Familiar Face

Ramon Nomar meets his masseuse Silvia Saige and swears he's seen that face before. She just shrugs, calls it a look-alike thing. Then it hits him—she was the brunette riding his buddy at Eric's wild party. He's dying to confirm it. In the shower she peels off her bra, he rubs the satin between his fingers and jokes about the price tag. Three days a week, she says; plenty of cash, zero shame. She scrubs his cock with both fists, suds flying, then rinses him like she's detailing a sports car. In the tub he blurts it out: "You were at Eric's, bouncing on my friend's dick." She tells him to can it, not interested in the memory lane tour. Instead she drops to her knees and swallows him whole, hot mouth sealing tight until the flashback fades. Onto the NURU mat now—warm gel splashes across his chest, then hers. She straddles his ass, her slick pussy gliding like warm syrup over skin. He flips. She plants her feet, works his cock between slippery arches, then sinks onto him reverse-cowgirl. Her hips snap, moans turn sharp, and she cums hard, thighs trembling. He rolls her to her side, drills deep, pulls out, and paints a messy streak across her stomach.