The Pool Boy

Jack Vegas runs the pool route. Maddy O’Reilly keeps falling short on cash. She offers to trade services in her massage room. His back’s been wrecked, so he bites. She needs to make this count. Her hands sink deep, and she talks the whole time—sharp, dirty lines. Wants him. Has wanted him. Right now the power’s hers. She strips, oils her tits and stomach, then climbs aboard. Her nipples drag down his spine. Her cunt’s soaked. She rides the muscle, tells him when to breathe. Close-up: her wet slit hovers above his ass, hungry. She flips him. That thick cock is out, and her mouth claims it. Later, they spin into a 69. She drops to the floor after, takes the load on her face, smears it between her fingers. Jack books his next visit before he even pulls his pants up.