Roomie's Nuru Nudism

Van's lounging in the kitchen, then freezes when Nicole Kitt walks in bare-ass naked. He corners her later and she spills it—those home massages are Nuru, body oil and skin contact. He hates the closeness, starts talking about packing his shit. Nicole offers the only way she knows: a free session, trying to prove it's worth the heat. She pours the slick gel over herself and him, glides her whole body across his back, her tits, her hips, working every inch with pressure and motion. Van feels the resistance break under her weight, pulse kicking, cock swelling against the table. She senses the shift, rolls him over, stays pressed close, uses the moment to mix business with pleasure. The sheet falls away, they lock into it, skin on skin, faster, harder, tension cracking into need. She keeps her body flush, wet, moving over him until he stops worrying about rent and starts chasing more.