**The Massage Room**

I’d been coming to this spa for months, always booking the same masseuse—Scarlett. She was stunning, with dark brown hair that fell past her shoulders, full lips, and curves in all the right places. Today, when I walked in, she was waiting for me in the dimly lit massage room, wearing a tight black tank top that barely contained her tits.

“You’re tense,” she said as I lay face-down on the table. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, strong and sure, but I wasn’t really focused on the knots in my back. Not when her tits brushed against me every time she leaned forward.

After a few minutes, she poured warm oil into her hands and spread it across my shoulders. The scent of lavender filled the air, but all I could think about was the way her fingers trailed lower, down my spine, her touch lingering just a little too long.

“Turn over,” she murmured.

I did, and my dick twitched under the flimsy towel covering me. Scarlett smirked, her eyes flicking down before she poured more oil into her hands. “You’ve been holding out on me.”

“Maybe you’re just too good at your job,” I said.

Her fingers slid down my chest, circling my abs before dipping lower. The towel tented over my cock, and she didn’t even pretend to ignore it this time. One hand wrapped around my shaft, slick with oil, and I groaned as she squeezed.

“You like that?” she asked, her voice low and husky.

“Fuck yes.”

Her other hand cupped my balls, rolling them gently while she stroked me slowly. But I wasn’t the only one getting worked up—her nipples were hard under that tank top, pressing against the fabric like they were begging to be touched.

“You mind?” I asked, reaching up to palm one of her tits.

She arched into my hand. “God, please.”

I tugged her tank top down, freeing her tits, and my mouth watered at the sight of them—full and soft, her pink nipples already stiff. I pinched one between my fingers, and she gasped, her grip tightening on my cock.

“Feels good?” I teased.

Scarlett bit her lip and nodded, then leaned over, dragging her tits along my chest. The oil made her skin slide against mine, her nipples brushing my abs as she stroked me faster. I groaned, my hips jerking into her hand.

“You want more?” she whispered, breath hot against my ear.

“Christ, yes.”

Without another word, she swung one leg over me, straddling my hips. The towel was gone now, and I could feel the heat of her pussy against my cock, wet even through the thin fabric of her shorts. She rocked against me, grinding down as I grabbed her ass and pulled her closer.

“Fuck, I need you inside me,” she moaned, reaching between us to push her shorts to the side.

I guided my cock to her entrance, and the second I rubbed my tip against her clit, she shuddered. “Damn, you’re soaked.”

Scarlett sank down on me slowly, her pussy stretching around my cock, tight and hot. She let out a breathy moan, her nails digging into my chest as she took me all the way in. Then she started moving, rolling her hips in slow, deep circles.

I cupped her tits again, kneading them as she rode me, her slick skin shining under the dim lights. “You feel so fucking good,” I growled, bucking up into her.

She arched her back, moaning louder as I pinched her nipples. “Just like that—oh fuck!”

I could feel her pussy clench, her thighs trembling as she got closer. I grabbed her hips, slamming her down harder on my cock, and she cried out, her tits bouncing with every thrust.

“I’m gonna come,” she gasped, her nails raking down my chest.

The sound of her moans, the way her body tightened around me, sent me over the edge. I came hard, my cock pulsing inside her as she ground against me, her own climax crashing through her.

Scarlett collapsed onto my chest, breathless and slick with sweat and oil. “Fuck,” she panted, nuzzling against my neck. “Best massage ever.”

I laughed, still inside her, and gave her ass a squeeze. “We should do this more often.”

She looked up at me, grinning. “Oh, we definitely will.”