Stag Party

Ryan Driller shows up blindfolded outside a massage joint, his "last night of freedom" t-shirt giving him away before his groomsmen yank off the blindfold and yell, "Tada!" He glances around, clearly expecting a strip club, not the calm lobby of a spa. His boys just grin, shove him forward, and check him in with Kira Noir at the desk. She clocks the shirt, teases him about the big day, then asks if he knows what kind of massage his friends actually booked. When one of them says "NURU," Ryan’s ready to bolt—until Kira promises the session beats any lap dance. In the shower room he strips, still half-joking about the woman waiting at the altar, until Kira drops her robe too. The sight of her smooth, natural tits and ink hits him hard; she steps right in with him, soapy hands gliding over every inch until she’s stroking his cock slow and steady. He tries to protest, but she reminds him it’s his last free night and starts jerking him in earnest. He cusses under his breath, hips bucking, until she cuts him off with a wicked smile and leads him to the inflatable mat. She oils them both and slides her body over his back, then flips him and grinds her wet pussy along his shaft until he’s throbbing. When she asks if he wants a happy ending and rubs her slick folds against him, Ryan snaps. He grabs her hips and sinks inside her on that slippery mat, fucking like a man who plans to remember every second of this before the ring goes on tomorrow.