Remember, Nothing Sexual

Chanel Preston shows up to pitch ads for Seth Gamble’s NURU joint and plays dumb about the whole thing. He calls her out the second she admits she’s never tried one, and the only way she keeps the deal is to hop on the table right now. She’s game for the money, not so sure about getting naked, but off come the clothes. Seth keeps it professional in the shower, hands sliding over her big tits while the water runs, but his cock’s already getting heavy against her. She climbs into the tub, settles between his legs, and his thumb—or what she thinks is his thumb—presses up between her cheeks while he soaps her breasts. On the mattress the real heat starts. He slathers warm gel over every inch, cock bobbing inches from her face, and she calls him on it. Pissed that he tries to shut it down, she lays down the law: he’s going to fuck her holes and hand over the account. She drops to her knees first, sucks him deep, then climbs on, taking every thick inch in her pussy like she’s been riding NURU clients for years. He flips her sideways, drives straight into her ass, fingers her hairy pussy till she cums loud and shaking. She spins around, licks her ass off his cock, then slams back down and milks the load right out of him with that tight, greedy cunt.