Going Skydiving

Chris limps out of the skydiving center with more bruises than sense and zero luck finding help anywhere else. His buddies, looking a little too smug, tell him about Jackie and the Nuru parlor down the street, so he hobbles in for whatever relief he can find. Jackie clocks him right away. One arm around his back, she steers him straight to the steaming hot tub. The heat bites, then soothes. Hands slick with oil, she digs into shoulders and legs, working out knots earned from free-falls gone wrong. Then his traitorous cock decides to salute. Jackie notices, smirks, and slips her fingers around the shaft without missing a beat, giving it slow, deliberate strokes until the ache turns into something very different. Afterward she spreads the famous gel across the air mattress. Chris lies flat, skin gliding on skin as she slides her whole body over his, thighs, tits, every curve slicked and grinding. The massage turns greedy. Pressure builds fast, and when the release finally hits, he shoots a thick rope across her cheeks, lips, and half-lidded eyes. Jackie just laughs, wiping her face with a fingertip like it’s payment.