You're Definitely Hired

TJ walks into Soapy Massage ready to snap up the place and flip it fast. Casi’s showing him the rooms when he drops the bomb—she’s all getting canned once the ink’s dry. She isn’t about to lose the gig, so she lays it out plain: nobody here handles customers the way she does. Clothes hit the floor, and there she is, all soft curves and sun-kissed skin, letting him take a long look at those natural tits before she peels him bare too. They step into the shower together. Water pours over them while her hands glide across his chest, his back, lower, slicking everything down until she drops to her knees, lips stretched around his cock and working him slow and deep. Soap bubbles slide off her shoulders as she stands, leads him to the mattress, and pours more lube across both their bodies. She presses full length against him, sliding up, sliding down, letting every inch of her glide over every inch of him. A quick flip and she’s on top again, rolling her hips so her pussy and ass grind right on his throbbing shaft. Then she spins, settles her dripping cunt right on his mouth, and swallows his cock again in a slick sixty-nine. Her hands pump the base while his tongue works her clit, and the second he blows, his whole body jerks like he just got hit with a live wire. Job’s hers.