Roomie's Nuru Nudism

Van’s sipping coffee when Nicole strolls past bare-ass naked, oiled skin catching the light like she forgot he existed. He nearly drops the mug. Later he corners her, red-faced, asking why the hell she’s giving strangers full-body slip-and-slide jobs in their living room. She laughs and says they’re nuru massages—good money, totally legit. Van mumbles about finding a new place until she offers him a free session right now, on the house, just to prove the slippery stuff isn’t weird. He figures one quick rub can’t hurt. She pours warm oil over both of them, climbs on top, and glides her natural tits and that soft patch of hair across his chest and abs, giggling every time his cock twitches against her. Before long her slick pussy is hovering over his mouth; she leans forward, takes him between her lips, and they settle into a lazy sixty-nine. She grinds down, smothering him with warm, hairy wetness while her tongue works lazy circles. A few minutes of that and Van’s forgotten all about moving out—especially when she spins around, sits on his face again, and rides until both of them are moaning like idiots on the kitchen floor.