A Women's Touch

Lia Lor knows exactly what Josh Rivers needs after all those brutal workouts. She’s the type who kneels on the table, plants both palms, and digs in deep until every knot gives up the ghost, and tonight she’s gunning for that “steam-release” climax. Josh is built like a linebacker but tight as a drum, so when her thumbs glide up his hamstrings the guy practically melts. Ten minutes later she’s got his thighs glistening with oil, and her fingers keep wandering higher under the thin towel. She bites back a smirk when she feels him twitch—girlfriend or not, that muscle is already doing the polite thing and standing to attention. She wraps a slick fist around it, pumps slow, then tightens until her knuckles whiten and the sound goes from slick to downright filthy. The next second she’s leaning in, throat working, breathing hard through her nose because his cock barely fits past her tonsils. Her free hand cups his balls like she’s weighing the tip jar, and when the twitch turns into a full-body clench she just presses down harder, milking him until every last spurt lands warm across her knuckles. Josh catches his breath, shoots her a dazed grin, already planning his next appointment.