My Crazy Roommate

Brian kept dodging his roommate's massage offers—figured a guy's hands weren't what he wanted on his skin. So he booked a real appointment and damn near grinned when Courtney walked out. Blond, stacked, the whole bit. She led him back, had him drop the towel, and started working him over on the table. He told her about the roommate situation, how the guy kept trying to get his hands on him. She paused, half-smiling like she thought he was fishing to come out, but Brian shut that down quick—he likes pussy, plain and simple. Courtney figured she'd test the claim. She peeled off her clothes, yanked the towel away, and wrapped her lips around his cock. He thickened right up in her mouth. Brian yanked her around into a sixty-nine, slid two fingers straight into her wet cunt while she bobbed on him. The second she was dripping she spun, sank down on his shaft, and rode him hard—tits bouncing, pussy gripping every inch. Brian drove up into her like he had something to prove, then yanked out and painted her smooth stomach white.