The Perfect Therapy

Jenner pushes through the door of the soapy-massage place a buddy swore by for tension relief. Kiera greets him like she already knows why he’s here. He asks about services and she sells him the full package without blinking. Kiera starts unbuckling him, making small jokes that dig right at the obvious—his erection stretching the front of his shorts. They step under the warm water together and he gives in fast, palms sliding over her wet skin, fingers finding every curve until his stiff dick’s pressed between her soapy cheeks, poking her with each small shift of his hips. She pulls him onto the warm, inflated mattress next, swings her thighs over his face, and plants her wet pussy right on his mouth. One slick hand starts stroking his throbbing length, gliding up and down with deliberate twists while she rocks against his tongue, guiding the pressure exactly where it drives him wild. When his hips buck, she leans in, squeezing him between her oily tits just as he grunts and shoots thick ropes across her chest.