Petite
Imagine this: Lucas Frost strolls into the empty salon, his eyes scanning the room. He's expecting a typical day, a normal massage, but what he's about to experience is anything but ordinary. He calls out, and in walks Maya Kendrick, her face a mix of surprise and disdain. She can't believe he's actually here, and she's not afraid to show it. But Lucas, ever the optimist, greets her warmly, hoping to bridge the gap between them. After all, they're family now, right? Maya, however, has other plans. She's reaching for the phone, ready to dial her husband - Lucas's brother - when Lucas stops her. 'What are you doing?' he asks, genuine concern in his voice. She scoffs, her voice cold as she explains she's calling her husband, that 'idiot brother' of his. Lucas, always the peacekeeper, softly explains that his brother just wants them to get along. But Maya? She laughs, a sound as cold as her voice. She has no intention of getting along with Lucas. Or does she? Suddenly, the atmosphere shifts. Lucas, ever the persistent one, tells her he just wants a massage. He's come all this way, after all. Maya rolls her eyes, but there's a spark there, something unreadable. She tells him to follow her, and the real performance begins. Lucas steps into the room, his eyes taking in the setup. He compliments it, trying to ease the tension, but Maya's having none of it. 'Like you even care,' she retorts, her voice sharp. She wants to get this over with, and fast. Lucas, confused, asks where the table is. Maya smirks, explaining she doesn't use one. Instead, she describes the steps of the Nuru massage - the shower to remove toxins, the oil on the skin, the body-to-body contact. Lucas hesitates, unsure, but Maya insists. It's all part of the service, she tells him. So, he undresses, watching her as she does the same. She catches him looking, asks him what he's staring at. He just smiles, shaking his head in disbelief. This is going to be interesting. They step into the shower, Maya lathering up his body. But then she notices it - he's hard as a rock. Embarrassed, Lucas apologizes, but Maya? She's not bothered. In fact, she tells him it's nice. He's shy, covering himself, but she can't take her eyes off him. Her attitude shifts, her standoffish demeanor melting away. She gets on her knees, making sure every inch of him is clean. She lathers up his cock, begins stroking it. He gasps, shock and pleasure warring within him. He never expected this, never expected his brother's wife to be washing his dick. But here they are. She rinses him off, tells him it's time for the massage. He lies down, and she begins pouring oil all over him, spreading it evenly across his body. She gives him a deep massage, her hands working magic on his skin. And then, she straddles him. He's surprised, asking what she's doing. She explains the body-to-body contact, and despite his initial reluctance, Lucas can't deny how good it feels. She slides her body against his, asking him to flip over. She oils up his front, her body sliding along his dick. She moves lower, taking his hard cock in her hand. She tells him she just wants to repair their relationship, give him the best experience possible. And who is Lucas to argue? Especially when she takes his cock in her mouth, her earlier coldness replaced with a hunger that's impossible to ignore. This isn't just a massage anymore. This is a performance, a dance between two people who never expected to be here. Maya might be Lucas's sister-in-law, but right now, with his cock in her mouth, she's not thinking about that. She's thinking she might have married the wrong brother. And Lucas? He's in for the ride of his life, a massage turned erotic encounter that he'll never forget. But the question remains - can they really repair their relationship? Can they bridge the gap between them, turn this newfound connection into something more? Or will this just be a fleeting moment, a secret they keep hidden away? Only time will tell. But for now, they're lost in each other, lost in the sensation, lost in the performance of a lifetime. And isn't that what matters most?
