Online Gambler

Eric’s flush from a jackpot hit and it feels like the perfect night to blow some money on sweet relief. He steps through the door at the Massage Parlor and his run keeps going: Sienna Day is on shift, that neat British voice dripping right into his ear. She clocks his stiffening under the towel before he can hide it, and the sales pitch falls like cards in a rigged game. Her slick palms pour warm lotion in heavy streaks, fingers wrapping tight and deliberate while his dick jumps and the towel soaks through. She leans over, soft tits brushing his chest, whispering how she could slide lower and suck him down just to prove the spread is worth it. Another stroke, a twist at the crown, and he folds. Sienna drops to her knees, lips parting with a greedy, wet sound around his head. She pumps the shaft slow and mean, then faster when his hips buck. Every time he gasps she moans like she’s the one getting paid in skin. When the head swells she drags off just far enough for the load to stripe across her pretty face, thick ropes catching in her lashes and slipping down her tongue as he jerks the last of it into her open mouth.