Anything More I Could Do

Tori Easton meets Mason Lear at the door after another brutal day at work. He looks wrecked. They move to the couch for the usual shoulder rub, but when her hands wander and she starts feeling him up, Mason stops her. Headache. Too tired. He drags himself off to shower and crash. Tori sits there alone, thinking about how tightly wound he's been. She grabs her laptop and starts searching. Whatever she finds makes her grin. Next day he comes home just as fried. Tori lights up and says she has something special. She leads him to a setup with the lights low and a big vinyl mat already waiting. Nuru massage. Mason blinks, half-convinced he’s too wiped to enjoy it, but she kisses him and tells him to stop thinking. Clothes hit the floor. Tori pours the oil and climbs on, sliding her tits and her cock across his back in long, slow strokes. Every glide eases another knot. Mason’s breathing changes, his body softening under her. Stress melts out of him, and the heat that replaces it isn’t just his anymore. Tori keeps working him until both of them are panting and hungry for the relief they’ve been holding back.