No Need To Be Shy

Oliver shows up jittery for his massage and Adriana Maya meets him at the door, all warm smiles and zero judgment. She steers him through the shower, then into the quiet room, and she can tell something’s off. He fidgets, won’t meet her eyes. Finally he blurts it out: he’s nervous about being naked, and that nerves keeps sinking his love life. Girlfriends get turned off by the constant apology vibe. He figured a professional session might help him get comfortable before the next try at romance. Adriana listens, then nods like it makes perfect sense. She starts the massage slow, hands gliding over tense muscles, whispering that it’s okay to just feel good for a minute. Oliver loosens up, breathing deeper, cock stirring every time her fingers brush close. When she asks, low and direct, if he wants the full happy-ending package, he’s nodding before the sentence is finished. Adriana climbs on, sinks down onto him, and starts riding with smooth, unhurried rolls of her hips. Her natural tits sway in time, the room filling with slick sounds and Oliver’s shaky little moans. Interracial heat crackles between them; she’s soaked, gripping him tight, and every bounce knocks another layer of doubt off his shoulders. He grabs her waist, hips jerking up to meet her, finally starting to believe maybe he’s not so bad at this after all.