Changing Pride For Comfort

Candice Demelzza lives for her gems, but there is one golden rule: everything comes off when the masseur knocks. Today it isn’t a relaxing rub she’s after—it’s the full-body fireworks show. Charlie Dean starts at the ankles, thumbs pressing deep, and before the first minute’s up her foot is already sliding over the lump in his shorts like she’s found her new favorite toy. She grips, flexes, strokes. Cotton doesn’t stand a chance; she frees his cock, curls warm toes around the thick shaft, and works it slow, then fast, giggling whenever he twitches. Moisture beads at the tip; she smears it in slick little circles, just to watch his abs tense. When neither of them can wait any longer, she sits up, lips parting, tongue flicking once, twice, before she drags the whole hot length into her mouth. Wet, noisy, hungry—every bob coats him in fresh spit, every breathy moan vibrates straight up to his spine. He pulls out glistening; she turns onto her back, knees falling open in invitation. His cock nudges her folds, slips, sinks home. The first thrust earns her a tiny gasp; the next earns a full-throated laugh as her spine arches off the table. Foot work turned blow-job turned deep, sweet fuck—today the jewels stay on the tray while Candice gets the one release no diamond can buy.