The Computer Geek

Dane pushed computer gear for a living and had jacked shoulders from hauling demo units all day. His back was wrecked too, so he finally booked a rubdown. Kimber came in hot, promised she could melt the knots out. Halfway through rubbing oil into his traps he bragged about his last commission—big fat number—and her eyes lit up like a cash register. "We got a new upgrade package," she purred, "wanna try?" Dane didn't blink; neither did his wallet. Kimber shrugged off her robe, let those heavy tits spill free, and slicks them shiny. She climbs on the table, traps his cock between them, squeezes, and starts stroking. Every deep slide between those oiled-up breasts pulls another knot loose. Kimber spins around, plants her dripping pussy right on his mouth, then swallows him whole. She works tongue, lips, hand like she's on commission—stroking, sucking, twisting until his balls tighten and he shoots straight down her throat. When Dane stands up, the ache is gone and his spine feels brand new. Kimber wipes her chin, smirks like she just closed the biggest sale of the week.