The Healing Power Of Nuru

Dante's day couldn't get much worse. He's up on that overpass, staring down at traffic like it holds some answers, when this weird guy slides up and starts running his mouth about nuru massage fixing everything. Hands him a card. Dante figures hell, why not. Madison's working the front when he walks in. She asks how he found the spot, and Dante tells her about the random guy. She laughs at the 'divine intervention' angle, then takes him straight back to the private room. She strips down first, skin gleaming with warm oil, then pulls him onto the slippery mat with her. Body slides over body. Her tits press into his back as she glides down, full weight and oily heat dragging across every inch of him. She rolls him over, straddles his chest, and works her way lower until she's grinding that slick pussy right against his cock, slow and deliberate. She flips him again, presses her tits around his shaft, slides them up and down while her tongue flicks the head on every upstroke. Then she's on her back with her legs spread wide, pulling him between her thighs so he can fuck her deep while the oil keeps everything wet and loud. She rides him next, bouncing on his cock with her hands on his chest, then switches to reverse and grinds her ass back against him until she's shaking. He ends up on top again, pounding into her hard while she moans and claws at the mat. When he finally blows, she pulls him out and lets it paint her tits and stomach, both of them slick and spent.