Rose #02

Nick's been reffing UFC fights so long the stress feels heavier than any heavyweight he’s dropped. One bad stoppage and the league sits him for two weeks, but the paychecks keep rolling in. Perfect excuse to breathe. Fighter in the locker room once joked that Soapy Massage works wonders, and now that downtime’s staring him down he decides it’s time to try it. He walks in, gets led to a steamy room where an Asian girl with full sleeves of ink and tits that barely fit her tiny robe greets him. She peels his clothes off, walks him straight into the shower, lathers every inch, then presses those slick, heavy breasts around his cock until the suds turn to a slippery glide. Back on the table she oils up and works him deep, thighs straddling his back, nipples dragging across his skin. When she flips him over, the view of those glossy curves hovering above him is enough to make him throb, so she sinks down and rides until his balls draw tight and he paints her tattooed stomach in thick streaks.