Cowabunga!

Scarlet Banks doesn't fuck around, on time means on time. Jay walks in knowing the nuru password, surfing wiped out his back with the boys, so he wants hands and body sliding all over him. She snatches that $150 like she just recovered her own fumble, spinning him straight toward the spa room. Boots off, clothes gone in seconds, all skin for maximum skin time. She grabs Jay's wrists and plants his palms on her ass cheeks like it's his idea, lips already on his. Panies slip down with a quick shimmy and hit the floor. Shower kiss-turn-blowjob moves everything to heat-up but Scarlet owns the pillow princess crown, fucking works the real magic. He flops onto the slippery mat. She climbs up, grabs his cock, lines him up and sinks down slow, soaking wet and warm. That first crack of her ass proves Jay means business; bad ride equals bad tip. Balls deep on each stroke, she rides faster, hotter, until the table rhythm sells her story. At the finish he sits up, tension blows hard across her tight stomach, off-white stripes on sun-kissed skin. She wears the prize, pockets the cash, smirks. Another perfect mess.