Arabian Nights

Jay Smooth walks in expecting the usual rubdown. Instead he finds his masseuse rocking a headscarf that screams “honor-bound hooker.” Cadey Mercury shrugs, says the scarf stays on for religious reasons, and strips the rest off without breaking stride. Naked except for fabric and attitude, she peels Jay’s clothes like she’s unwrapping a toy. In the shower she lathers him head to toe and gives his cock a sudsy handshake that stops just short of a handshake back. They sink into the tub next, where she bobs her head under the waterline like a devout disciple of deep-throat faith. Jay groans, “Best massage of my life,” and she promises the encore isn’t in the brochure. She pours thick NURU gel over him on the air mattress, climbs aboard like she’s mounting a slip-n-slide, and skates her wet pussy along his spine. She flips him and slurps him again, edging him until his eyes roll. When he’s halfway to orbit she sinks down, cums almost immediately, and rides like her religion allows this one loophole. Jay clutches her ass cheeks, then rolls her sideways and drills until he pulls out and paints her grinning face under the pious little headscarf.