A Slippery Coincidence

Karla Lane scrolls through her client list, smirking at the names, but bam—Elias Cash's rings a bell. She squints, thinking, nah, can't be. Then the door swings open, and in walks this young stud, Elias, looking sharp. They lock eyes, both frozen for a beat. 'Wait, you look familiar,' he says, grinning. She laughs, 'Holy shit, Elias? From those wild babysitting days?' Turns out, she used to watch him as a kid, and damn, years have flown by. They chat quick, swapping stories, the air buzzing already. 'Screw it, let's do the massage anyway,' she says with a wink. He nods, eyes twinkling. First up, they hit the shower together—steam rising, bodies slick, her curves brushing his lean frame as soap suds slide everywhere. Tension's thick, like foreplay on fast-forward. Then it's Nuru time. She slathers on that slippery gel, her full tits pressing into his back, hands gliding over every inch—his shoulders, down his spine, teasing lower. He groans, flipping over, cock hardening as she straddles him, gel making her ass shine. Her fingers wrap his shaft, stroking slow, eyes locked on his. Sparks? Hell, it's a full-on firestorm. They grind, her pussy hovering, till she sinks down, riding him hard. He thrusts up, grabbing her hips—bam, they explode, moans echoing, banging out that pent-up lust like it's the best reunion ever.