The CEO's Reward

Danny finishes his shower, towel cinched low, and opens his laptop. The email on the screen is so good his dick practically salutes. Fresh ink in a posh mag means a toast is in order, so he dials Gina the Nuru queen. She squeals at the news and promises to head right over. He meets her at the door, drops the towel, and swaps a mouthy kiss that tastes like whipped-cream plans. They head upstairs to the bathroom. Clothes hit tile in quick, greedy handfuls. He spins her under the spray. She pumps the soap bottle until his skin shines, then grips his hard-on like she's ringing the victory bell. Steam rises; she drops to tile and seals her lips around him. He yanks her leg up, fingers dancing across wet pussy until she gasps around the mouthful. Towels end up trampled. On the mat Danny stretches out, and she slicks warm oil over muscle and bone like she's sealing a trophy. Then she pours a glistening trail down her own stomach, mounts, and grinds hard, hips swirling in tight circles until his shaft glistens. She flips him, their tongues tangled as she oils his length between her slick breasts. Danny flips her too, splits those thighs, and drives in deep. The high from the press release hits different inside her. When he pulls out and pumps ribbons across her pussy and chest, Gina laughs, flushed and dripping.