A Nuru House

Kenny jets around for work, jet lag his only souvenir, until he wandered into a place in Japan and got the full-body Nuru treatment. One hour of skin on skin, warm gel and his muscles melting away like cheap crayon, and the boy was hooked. Back stateside he chased that buzz like a man hunting free hot dogs, which is how he ended up under the flickering “Open” sign of Asa’s shop. She opened the door, gave him the look that always added three bucks to a bill, and suddenly realized: hey, she knew this face from the family spa back home. "Small world, big happy ending," she said with a wink, leading him into the steamy back room. She oiled him up head to toe in one slow, slick slide. Soft breasts trailed down his thighs, slipped between his calves, then she flipped, knees on either side of his ears. Kenny’s tongue met the soft, warm folds of her pussy, sweet, wet and faintly floral, and he dove in like someone who’d just been served birthday cake. Asa took him in hand, her tongue slicking him root to tip, rolling his cock between those plush lips with practiced speed. Every little wet slide made him throb harder until his hips bucked and thick, warm spurts flooded her mouth in hot waves while he kept working her, lips sealed tight. She swallowed every drop with a low hum of approval.