Reward If Found

Chayse runs the front desk at Happy Hands, but her brain keeps jumping out the window—she left her dog off-leash at the park and he bolted. In walks Tommy, leash in hand, and the missing pooch panting at his side. Relief hits Chayse so hard she squeals, throws her arms around him, and blurts out the first reward that comes to mind: a free massage on the house. Tommy shrugs, grins, says sure. She leads him straight back, shoves the curtain shut, yanks his shirt over his head, then his jeans, and hustles him into the tiny corner shower. Warm water hits his chest, but Chayse doesn’t even grab the soap. Gratitude floods her; she drops to her knees on the wet tile and wraps her lips around his cock, sucking fast and noisy. Minutes later she drags him, wet and half-hard, to the vinyl table. Oil bottle pops open, golden slick spills everywhere. She slides up and down his back, belly, thighs, feeling that hard ridge bobbing against her stomach. Heat wins. She swings a leg over, grips him, sinks down until he’s buried to the hilt in her tight, clutching pussy. Tommy’s eyes pop—good Samaritan turn porn reel—but she’s already riding, hips grinding in tight circles while her slick tits bounce. She works him right to the edge, then leaps off, fists him twice, and aims him at her belly. Hot ropes spurt across her skin; she smears the mess with her palm and sucks it off her fingers, grinning like the dog that just came home.