Exchange Student's Culture Shock

Victor Ray drags his stiff ass off the plane and knocks on Alexis Malone's door. Blonde hair, big tits barely caged in her top, tattoos peeking from under her sleeves. She clocks the way he's standing and offers the one cure she's got: a massage. Says she's a masseuse and he'll feel brand new once she's worked those knots out. Victor's eyebrows lift when she calls the treatment a 'nuru' massage and hints it's Canadian style, kinda different. He grins anyway, wants the full experience. Alexis just smiles wider, peels off every stitch and points to the mattress. Victor's clothes hit the floor just as fast. She slicks them both in warm oil, climbs on, and slides skin-on-skin in long, slow strokes that make his cock throb against her stomach before she even gets to the good stuff. Every inch she drags over him is slick, heavy, and dripping with heat, and Victor's learning real quick this Canadian hospitality hits different.