NuruMassage Peta Jensen Takes Care of Debt

Title: Debt collector gets more than he bargained for in Nuru Massage charade

The debt collector rang the doorbell, his knuckles white from tightly clenching his briefcase. His tie was askew and his hair disheveled, evidence of the long, stressful day he’d had chasing down delinquent clients who owed money to his firm. But this particular debt was a real thorn in his side – a legendarily cunning woman with the greatest tits he’d ever laid eyes on. And her delinquent debts plunged his company into precarious financial straits.

The door cracked open, and there she was, the infamous Peta Jensen, in all her erotically charged glory. She smiled coyly, letting the oversized towel she wore slip slightly and expose her full, round breasts. His eyes bulged, drinking in the enticing view of her bare creamy shoulders, arms, and cleavage.

“Can I help you?” she purred, noting his dumbfounded expression.

He cleared his throat and held out the stack of overdue payment notices, a tremor in his hand. “M-Ms. Jensen, it’s time to settle your outstanding account. I’m afraid further negotiation is not an option.”

Peta’s eyes flashed mischievously. “Oh, I’ve got something in mind to settle this, alright,” she purred. Stepping back, Peta beckoned him inside her lavish home. “Why don’t you come in, let me ‘explain’ a few things…”

He hesitated, unsure if he was plunging into a trap, but Peta’s smoldering gaze left him no choice. Desire won out over common sense. Slipping inside, a pheromone-laden scent of roses and sex enveloped him. As the door clicked shut with an ominous thud, he tensed, palms growing slick with sweat.

Peta led him to the opulent master bedroom suite, adorned with red velvet curtains and mirrored walls. She gestured to the spacious lotus tub in the middle of the room, steam rising invitingly. He gulped, fighting the urge to tear his clothes off and jump in.

“Let me give you a special, private ‘nuru’ massage,” Peta purred, slowly removing her towel to reveal lush, bullet-pointed breasts. She traced a finger down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you…”

Pinning him against the wall with her heaving bosom, Peta ground her hips into him. “You want my titties, don’t you?” she growled, clamping a nipple in her teeth. “Say it!”

“I-I want them,” he sputtered, surrendering to her seductive will. “Want your tits so bad!”

“Ha, thought so,” she chuckled darkly, her eyes glinting with triumph. “Now strip and get in that tub, baby.”

The debt collector obeyed, hurriedly tearing off his clothes before sliding into the hot, slick water, Certain of his swiftly decreasing agency, his cock stiffened involuntarily. Peta purred in approval, stepping into the tub and straddling him.

“Go ahead, touch them,” she breathed, presenting her cleavage. “Put your hands all over my big fucking rack.”

With a groan, his hands latched onto her pillowy breasts, thumbs abrading her stiff rosebud nipples as he groped their full weight. Peta cooed, arching her back, urging him on. Bending down, she sucked his neck hard, marking him as her plaything.

Grabbing a bottle of slick nuru oil, Peta dribbled it over his chest and hard-on. Her slick, soft hands massaged the oil into his chest, abs, and cock until he was coated with her slick juices. Sliding herself up and down his shaft, she rubbed her slick tits all over his torso while he groaned and bucked under her touch.

“Like that, baby? You’re not gonna stiff me on payment anymore, are you?” Peta gasped, rocking her wide hips. She ground her sopping wet pussy against his cock head, letting it part her swollen folds just enough to tease him mercilessly.

“N-no, I’ll pay you back,” he choked out, hands desperately kneading her tits. “God Peta, fuck me, please!”

Leaning in, Peta locked her lips on his as she sank down hard on his thick cock. She moaned into his mouth, slurping noisily, letting him taste himself inside her. Peta rode him wildly, her dripping pussy clenching around him like a vise, her huge breasts bouncing and splashing water everywhere.

“Fuck baby, milk this cock!” he roared, gripping her wide hips as he thrust up into her honeyed depths.

Peta leaned back, her ass slapping the tub’s porcelain as she slammed herself down again and again on his pole. “That’s it, fuck me harder!” she screamed, raking her nails down his pecs. “Shoot your hot load deep in my cunt!”

Their bodies collided violently, Peta’s slick tits bobbing and swaying as she fucked herself on his cock. Reaching down, he rubbed her engorged clit, and she shrieked, shaking and convulsing around him.

With a roar, the debt collector shot his load deep inside her spasming cunt, painting her walls with thick ropes of hot seed. Peta milked him dry, stewing in ecstasy.

In the afterglow, Peta climbed out and grabbed a towel, suddenly aloof. “Consider your debt settled, lover,” she said calmly. “See yourself out, won’t you?”

Shaking the cobwebs from his head, the debt collector grabbed his clothes, feeling used and manipulated. Sheepishly, he headed for the door, the scent of sex thick on his skin. He’d come to collect…and ended up paying dearly instead. Hopefully the mind-blowing sex would make the fifteen minutes of humiliation worth it. Anything to see those tits again…

Next time, he’d be damned if Peta rescheduled him for collection. The debt collector smirked on his way out, already plotting to get even in their tango of monetary blackmail and erotic bargaining.