A Visit To Thailand

Dick’s first Bangkok night and he’s rolling out the red carpet—a VIP soapy massage. One look at Nok and he’s pitching a tent. She peels off her clothes in the shower, stands there grinning while his eyes feast on every wet curve. Suds glide everywhere; his hands can’t stay off her tits, thumbs circling her nipples. He slides his cock between her cheeks, getting a few teasing pumps until she laughs and steers him toward the hot tub. Feet first—a footjob so lazy-smooth he almost busts right there. She senses the danger, swaps soles for palms, strokes slow, tugs lower, gives his sac a tender squeeze. Still, the swell is coming, so she calls timeout and pulls him onto the mattress. New coat of slippery soap and her bare skin becomes a slip-and-slide. Pussy lips part just enough to ride up and down his shaft, each grind ratcheting him higher. She clamps one hand tight around the base while her other hand rolls his balls, never losing rhythm. Thirty slick strokes later he erupts—hot ropes pulsing up her wrist like Old Faithful on caffeine.