The Cocky Golfer

Will strolls into the massage parlor with his golf bag slung over his shoulder. Kortney swings open the door, and he tells her he tweaked something nasty on his backswing and needs some serious attention. He nods at his clubs and asks if they're cool parked by the couch—she shrugs and waves him upstairs. Once she's working on his shoulder, Kortney clocks the pricey watch on his wrist and smells cash, so she ups the ante: more money for the full naughty package. Will nods, cash already in hand. She strips fast, climbs over him, and lines her pussy up with his face while she swallows him down. The sixty-nine hits fast and filthy—her mouth working his shaft in wet, noisy strokes while he buries his tongue in her. She doubles down, sucking hard and quick, no mercy. Will bucks once, twice, then floods her throat with a thick load she doesn't bother to spit.