Lora Cross Ass Eating Masseuse Executrix

After a long, stressful quarter and a few too many board meetings, the powerful man behind the POV checks into the exclusive spa for a little… release. The masseuse? Lora Cross—a statuesque, fit blonde with an innocent smile and arms like coiled muscle porn. She’s polite. Warm. Maybe too warm. He takes a sip from the complimentary water at check-in, not realizing it’s part of the “premium package.” He lays down. She starts rubbing his back. He relaxes. Very bad idea.

What follows is less spa service, more sexual targeting. Lora turns him over, grinning as she wraps her slick, sculpted biceps around his cock, slowly stroking while flexing just to show off. She climbs on top, her tits pressing against him in a slippery, bouncing boob job, her every move dripping with seduction and purpose. She rides him slow, then hard, making him moan, watching his pulse throb as she edges him right up to the brink. He doesn’t know it, but this is the last orgasm he’ll ever have—and she knows it’s going to be spectacular.

As he groans and releases deep inside her, Lora smiles sweetly, grinding her hips just a little slower, eyes locked on his as his breath starts to hitch. No alarms, no panic—just satisfaction. He dies the way any man would hope to go: balls emptied, chest soaked in oil, and mind-blown from the best sex of his life. Mission complete, and Lora doesn’t even need to clean up—she just wipes herself down, flexes once in the mirror, and checks him off the list.