Charity Massage

Tia spots Seth out on the deck, phone glued to his ear, hunting for a cheap room. She waves him over, says she might have something that works. Curious, Seth shows up at her door. Tia laughs—turns out the only vacancy she's pitching sits in the back of a massage parlor. Seth's face drops. He mutters that he can't spare a cent. Tia feels a quick flash of guilt, then shrugs it off. Free massage, she says, no strings. Minutes later Seth's naked in the bubbling jacuzzi while Tia sinks below the surface, lips sliding warm around his cock, tongue working him in slow spirals. She surfaces, grinning, and steers him dripping to the big sukebe chair. Water cascades down as she kneels, licks around the head, then deeper, hands cupping and tugging his balls in light squeezes. Seth's breath hitches; Tia feels him swell, knows exactly how much pressure to add. When he breaks, he shoots hot ropes across her tongue and chin, his body slack against the chair. She swallows what she can, the rest glistening on her skin, water and cum swirling together at her feet.