Too Hard To Relax

Khloe couldn't keep her eyes to herself. Even while Ryan showed her the proper way to warm the NURU oil, the girl kept stealing hungry glances at Derrick's body. Ryan said watch and learn, but Khloe wanted to touch. They got naked under the big overhead light. Ryan rubbed oil between her hands first, slow and businesslike, explaining the technique. The moment her back turned, Khloe slithered onto Derrick. Bare tits slid across his chest. Warm belly brushed his cock. She moved like she was painting him with her whole body. Derrick's breath caught. She cupped him underneath, fingers slick, then stroked once from base to tip. Slow. Deliberate. He stiffened and she grinned down at him, tongue between her teeth. Ryan turned back around. Khloe froze mid-stroke, body pressed flat against his, and the older woman didn't notice a thing. Next pass the girl went lower. Her pussy lips dragged over his shaft. She rolled her hips. Oil and skin and heat mixed into one slow friction. Derrick's hands clenched on the edge of the table. His cock twitched against her. She kept stroking, half massage, half handjob, hiding it every time Ryan checked their hands and posture. She got cocky. The moment Ryan stepped away to grab more towels, Khloe wrapped her fist around him and pumped fast, wet, filthy sounds filling the quiet room. Derrick couldn't hide the way his hips jerked. Ryan spun back around, took one look, and her voice cut like a whip. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Silence. Oil dripping. Heavy breathing. Khloe froze with Derrick's cock still in her grip. Ryan stared for a beat, jaw tight. Then she started stripping again. "Fine. If the two of you can't behave, I'll make damn sure he leaves here empty. Get on your back, Khloe. I'm not letting either of you finish until he's completely spent."