Soapy March Madness

Ken dropped by Soapy Massage after moping through every quarter of a terrible college game. One team win away from feeling human again and the refs just wouldn't cooperate. He had a hot shower and one hell of a view when Evelyn opened the door—bubbles on bare skin and that playful smirk that said the day was about to get much better. They sank into the couch together like old flirts and Ken spilled: scoreboard conspiracy, overtime heartburn, the works. Evelyn grinned, leaned in, and promised she'd send the loss packing. Then she nudged him back, sudsy tits in full sway, and went to work on the part of him that definitely hadn't given up.