Power Through

Crystal meets Tyler and her hands are already gliding when old shoulder pain creeps up like a bad debt collector. She pushes through, but soon she’s wincing behind every stroke. Tyler senses it. He starts to ask if she’s alright, but she shuts him up with a smirk. Fuck it—she’s not ending like this. “Lie back. New game plan.” Clothes hit the floor fast. She pours warm NURU oil across her tits and stomach, then slinks over him like a hungry cat. Every inch of her skin finds him now. Full-body contact. Slick and steady. Her chest slides down his torso, her nipples dragging lines of heat as her hips straddle his thighs. Tyler groans; his cock twitches against her belly, greedy already. The oil does the work her shoulder won’t. She rocks, grinds, smears herself over his dick until the head leaves wet prints across her abs. Sweat and coconut scent mingle. Pressure swaps places: pain vanishes; something thicker swells in its spot. “Listen,” she murmurs, lips brushing his ear. “You let me save this booking? I got an extra payout with your name on it.” Before he answers, she slides lower, drags her slick tits across his throbbing length, then flips so her oil-slick pussy hovers an inch above his mouth while her mouth slips onto his cock—sixty-nine in NURU oil. She swallows half of him in one greedy gulp, bobbing fast, the wet *gluck-gluck* mixing with his tongue swirling through her folds. Tyler grips her ass cheeks, tongue-fucks her deeper. She pops off his cock long enough to spit a line of drool down the shaft, lubing him harder, then jerks him while her pussy grinds against his hungry mouth. A minute later her knees hit the mat on either side of his hips. She sinks fast. That oil-heavy cunt takes his entire shaft, bottoming out with a thick squelch. She rides like she’s stealing breath—fast, nasty, every slap of skin loud and wet. Her ass flexes, rippling with every drop. Tyler meets every bounce, thrusting upward, driving deeper each time. Her shoulder throbs less now; pleasure overloads the circuit. She leans in, bites his earlobe. “Come back any time, baby. I’ll ride you raw again.” Then she squeezes her walls once, hard, and Tyler erupts inside her with a strangled moan—hot pulses filling her up while she keeps grinding, milking every drop, sweat gleaming under the dim lights. Crystal stays seated, pussy still fluttering around his twitching cock. She pats his cheek. “Worth the switch-up?” Tyler can barely nod. “Damn right it was.” She finally rises, cum trickling down her inner thigh in a glossy streak. “Book me again. I’ll have the oil warming.”