The Hard Sell

Alex almost shuts the door in Lilly Bell’s face, but the busty saleswoman just plants a toe in the gap and purrs that she’s a masseuse hawking a Nuru kit. He tries the classic “not interested” brush-off, yet Lilly keeps crowing about how this slippery slide is unlike any massage he’s ever had. Alex lets her in only to make her leave quicker. Fifteen minutes later his living room smells like warm seaweed oil and an inflatable mattress is spread across the rug like a bad idea. Lilly ditches her clothes and slathers both of them head to toe, then climbs on like she’s surfing. Every glide of skin on skin drags her slick tits along his chest, her shaved pussy brushing his hard-on with just enough pressure to fry his brain. Halfway through a long, teasing slide down his front, Alex stops pretending he wants her gone. Lilly grins, gives his cock a playful squeeze, and asks if he’d like the “happy ending” special. Before he can answer, her oil-slick hand wraps around his shaft and pumps with expert, delicious friction. Yeah. Nuru suddenly sounds like a bargain.