Sensual Relief

Alyssia Kent walks in with a knot between her shoulders that won’t quit. Erik Everhard leads her to the table, hands already slick. Oil slides over her bare skin; when he reaches the heavy curve of her breasts, she doesn’t flinch, just arches into his palms. She rolls onto her back, tits glistening under the low light. Erik’s cock is thick and already hard, and she pulls him close, wrapping her lips around the head without a word. Her tongue works slow and wet, spit dripping down his shaft. He steps between her spread thighs and pushes inside, filling her until her tits bounce with every stroke. When he’s close he pulls out, strokes once, twice, and paints her breasts with thick ropes that trail down the slope of each breast.