The massage table is draped in clean white sheets, warm oil is heating on the counter, and Alex Riley lies face-down in nothing but a tiny towel as Vinny Blackwood enters the room. The masseur’s strong hands glisten with oil as he begins working Alex’s broad, muscular shoulders, thumbs digging into knots of tension with professional precision.
But professionalism has an expiration date. As Vinny’s oiled hands slide lower — tracing the curve of Alex’s spine, kneading the firm globes of his ass through the increasingly inadequate towel — both men’s breathing changes. When the towel is finally peeled away to reveal Alex’s perfect, smooth cheeks glistening with oil, Vinny’s cock strains visibly against his uniform pants.
The transition from massage to sex is seamlessly erotic. Vinny’s thumbs part Alex’s oiled cheeks, his tongue replacing his fingers at the tight, slippery entrance. Alex arches his back off the table, grabbing the edges as Vinny’s mouth works his hole open with patient, swirling strokes. When Vinny finally slides his hard cock inside — made effortless by the generous oil application — both men moan in unison. The massage table rocks and creaks as the deep, sensual fucking finds its rhythm, oil-slicked bodies sliding against each other in a choreography of pure pleasure.
