I Wanna Cum

Seth walked into Soapy Massage looking like a guy who'd tried everything and still struck out. He couldn't cum with a girl, couldn't jerk it by himself, and now some shrink told him to get a soapy rubdown. Figured it couldn't hurt worse than his own left hand. Jenaveve met him at the door with a grin that said she'd break that drought quick. "Can't get off? We'll fix that real fast." She stripped him down for the shower and ran her hands and the bubbles all over him until he was half hard just from the scrubbing. The Jacuzzi next. Hot water and jets loosened everything up, then she led him dripping to the plastic-covered air mattress. He lay back, hard as stone, and watched her lower that painted mouth onto his cock like she meant business. She sucked with purpose—no teasing, no mercy—her tongue working every ridge while her fist stroked what her lips couldn't reach. Seth's breathing got ragged. His hips twitched. For the first time in months something was building, heat stacking at the base of his dick, pressure threatening to blow past the old familiar block. Jenaveve looked up once, eyes sharp, and sucked harder.