Lavish Styles

Doug works the late shift and keeps catching escorts tagging along with hotel guests. It turns into a slow drip of frustration. A friend throws out the name Soapy Massage, so he books the combo package with Lavish. The moment the door shuts, their clothes drop like someone rang the bell. In the shower she leans over, shoves her chest into his face and strokes him under the spray until both of them can’t see straight. Water dripping, they move to the hot tub. Doug’s mouth fills with the slick weight of her tits while she runs a soapy cloth up and down his body, pausing every so often to grin at how hard he gets. Eventually those breasts drop lower, slide around his shaft, press warm and soft from every angle. Lavish finishes with the splashproof move: she oils up her ass, bends at the waist and slides her slick cheeks around him before dropping to her knees. Tongue out, lips sealed, she sucks and licks until the only thing left is the satisfied groan echoing off the tile.