Princess Massage

Saya Song needs cash because her dad fucked up, so this former brat has to hustle. She sets up a massage spot at home, and the first guy who walks through the door freezes her out fast. Matt Sloan remembers exactly who she was in high school, and he's ready to walk. She needs the money, so she drops the act and the lacy gown in one move, flashing that skimpy white two-piece that barely covers her. Matt hesitates, but his eyes keep moving. Saya peels off his shirt, his pants, eyes him the whole time. He lies down face-first; she warms oil in her palms and rubs it straight into his back. She tells him he'll leave happy. Flip. She lifts the towel, catches a full look at his thick cock, and the corner of her mouth lifts. Oil slicked hands stroke up his thighs, close around his shaft, jerk him fast until he's rock hard. She spits on the head and slides him deep into her mouth, takes every wet lick, then strips the panties off. She climbs on, sinks down on his cock, rides like it's a personal mission. He grabs her waist, flips her over, pounds until he fills her, groaning. Job done.