The Promoter

Jay Voom rolls into the massage joint with the kind of night behind him that leaves wallets fat and legs shaky. Ashden Wells shows up at his table looking like walking trouble—young, stacked, and definitely not here to behave. Flirting kicks off before she even touches him. Her silk robe hits the floor and now she's standing there in black lace that barely bothers covering anything. Jay doesn't wait for an invitation. His hands go straight under the bra and the thin straps slip off her shoulders like they know they're not needed. She slides her panties down last, then climbs up on the table, swinging a thigh over his face so he gets that hot, wet pussy right above his mouth. She leans forward and takes his cock like she means it, lips stretched wide, sucking the whole length until her nose is pressing his stomach. Camera stays tight on the spit-slick work her mouth's doing. Jay licks and sucks her clit in return, tongue working every inch she lowers against his face. The whole room sounds like wet mouth sounds and her low moans around a mouthful of dick. He finishes the way every guy wishes a good massage ends—thick ropes across her lips, cheeks, even splattered in that pretty blonde hair. She's grinning through it like she expected nothing less.