Unorthodox Methods

Everyone calls me an aura seer, but they skip the part where I mainly clear blockages with my dick. Kimmy Granger books me to fix her living room vibes and whatever’s clogged in her own petite, tight frame. The second she opens the door in that skimpy tank and shorts, my senses light up like a Times Square billboard: her suppressed currents have nowhere to go. Only real option is to park my hard-on between her glossy lips and let her throat help them move. Kimmy blinks at the ritual, then shrugs. Job’s a job, right? So her soft tongue gets right to work, slathering the head, drool slipping past her chin onto my balls. When I press her heels against the shaft, her high arches slide with slick warmth; each little curl of her toes squeezes fresh energy out of me in hot spurts that she catches on her soles. No crystal, no incense—just my fat cock flexing between Kimmy’s sweet feet as the whole room hums back into tune.