Another Crazy Idea Of Yours...!

Reagan wanted to chase the NURU wave. Slick bodies, oil everywhere, sex that looked like a wet dream on a mattress. Derrick leaned back in his chair and rubbed his jaw. Every time she brought him an idea it ended in money down the drain or a trip to the precinct. He said no twice. She told him they had to test the product first, then decide. By the time she finished talking, her hand was already on the knot of her robe. She stripped him where he stood, pushed him onto the plastic-covered mattress, and poured the oil straight from the bottle. It hit his chest like warm syrup, ran down his stomach, pooled at his hips. She climbed on, knees slipping, tits dragging across his ribs, nipples hard from the friction. Every slide made her slide lower. Her belly brushed his cock, then her thigh caught it and pressed it flat against him. Derrick stopped thinking about lost money. Reagan rocked forward, coating him again, then back, grinding the full length of her pussy along his shaft without letting it in. The oil turned everything into heat and glide. He reached for her ass, fingers sinking into soft flesh slick with lube. She let him hold her there while she worked her nipples over his chest, then rose up just far enough that his cock slipped between her lips. One slow drop and she took him to the root. The sound was wet and thick. He fucked up into her without asking if it was smart. Reagan met every thrust, tits bouncing, oil flying off her skin in little sprays. When she leaned down and whispered that the next trend was happy endings, Derrick answered by grabbing her hips and slamming her down harder. The mattress squeaked, the air smelled like sex and coconut, and every doubt he’d carried in with him had already melted under the oil.