Eric Masterson
Princess Massage
Saya Song needs cash, all because her dad blew it again. The bratty rich girl suddenly has to figure life out. She doesn't want to leave the house, so she posts some flyers for in-home massages. Her first appointment shows up, Matt Sloan, and the air gets thick. They went to high school together. She was the queen-bitch; he was the target. Matt says hello and she knows he hasn't forgotten the way she used to treat him. She swears she's different now. He isn't buying it. He turns for the door but Saya steps in front of him, desperate. She really needs this money, so she offers him the kind of "session" he'll never forget. Off comes the lacy robe, leaving her in tiny white lingerie. She peels his clothes away piece by piece. Matt protests at first, then caves and lies face-down on her table. She warms massage oil between her palms, works it into his shoulders, and talks soft and dirty about how good he's about to feel. When she flips him she holds the towel high, eyes glued to his thick cock lying heavy against his thigh. A smirk tugs at her lips. She strokes oil up his thighs, fists his dick, pumps it until it's rock hard. Spit dribbles from her tongue onto the head; she licks him clean, sucks him deep, gagging a little. She sheds the thong, climbs on, sinks down in one slick motion. She rides fast and filthy, bouncing until her thighs shake. Matt takes control, flips her onto her back, fucks her open, and pumps his load deep inside. Saya moans, keeps her promise, leaves him gasping and grinning. Special delivered.
Saya Song needs cash, all because her dad blew it again. The bratty rich girl suddenly has to figure life out. She doesn't want to leave the house, so she posts some flyers for in-home massages. Her first appointment shows up, Matt Sloan, and the air gets thick. They went to high school together. She was the queen-bitch; he was the target. Matt says hello and she knows he hasn't forgotten the way she used to treat him. She swears she's different now. He isn't buying it. He turns for the door but Saya steps in front of him, desperate. She really needs this money, so she offers him the kind of "session" he'll never forget. Off comes the lacy robe, leaving her in tiny white lingerie. She peels his clothes away piece by piece. Matt protests at first, then caves and lies face-down on her table. She warms massage oil between her palms, works it into his shoulders, and talks soft and dirty about how good he's about to feel. When she flips him she holds the towel high, eyes glued to his thick cock lying heavy against his thigh. A smirk tugs at her lips. She strokes oil up his thighs, fists his dick, pumps it until it's rock hard. Spit dribbles from her tongue onto the head; she licks him clean, sucks him deep, gagging a little. She sheds the thong, climbs on, sinks down in one slick motion. She rides fast and filthy, bouncing until her thighs shake. Matt takes control, flips her onto her back, fucks her open, and pumps his load deep inside. Saya moans, keeps her promise, leaves him gasping and grinning. Special delivered.