Good Tension Release

The massage started normal enough—hands gliding, muscles softening. Then Ivy’s fingers grazed the obvious tent in Tyler’s pants. She didn’t look surprised, just intrigued, like she’d finally found the real knot that needed attention. One zip, and his cock sprang free, stiff and ready. She wrapped her lips around it, sucking slow, then deeper, testing how far she could take him down her throat. Tyler’s calm broke into low groans while Ivy kept working him with lazy enthusiasm. Soon she shifted, climbing on so they could taste each other at the same time. Her feet rested by his face; he caught one, rubbing his thumb into the arch while her mouth bobbed up and down. The other foot brushed his chest, toes curling every time he thrust upward. Between hungry licks, Ivy slipped off now and then just to catch a breath, lips shiny, smile crooked. She went back down harder, nose pressed to his skin, until he pulsed against her tongue. Tyler’s hips jerked, a warm spill landing on her tongue and dripping past her lips as she kept sucking through the aftershocks. When it was over, Ivy wiped her chin, winked, and settled back like the extra release was simply part of the treatment plan.