Let me pamper you!

Toby unwraps a Valentine’s gift from his girl—a ticket to a massage parlor. Sweet, though the “happy-ending” option raises an eyebrow. He shows up, sheds his clothes, and settles on the table. The masseuse’s hands glide over his back, oiled fingers working deep. She leans in, full breasts brushing his skin, and the mood shifts. When he flips over, her mouth takes him in, slow, wet, sure. He grips her hair, guiding her rhythm, lost in the feel of it. She climbs on top, sinks down, riding him with purpose. Then she turns, offering her ass, and he doesn’t hesitate. He pushes in, taking her deep. The pace stays steady—hard, exact, filthy. She moans, pushes back, taking every inch. When he’s close, she drops to her knees, mouth open, ready. He finishes across her face, streaks of white marking her skin.