Zoey Sinn Lures a Massage Therapist Into Sin Over at Naughty America

Call Him What You May, He Rubs Me the Right Way.

It is, they say, one thing to go abroad to Sweden and rather another thing to come back one. I have no idea where Naughty America thinks Quinton James has been, but it didn’t change his sex or his gender. Yet, throughout “Zoey Sinn wants her massage ending with a bang full of CUM!!” his character is referred to as a “masseuse.”

This one’s free for the budding porn scriptwriters in the world: A “masseuse” is a woman who provides professional massage therapy services. A “masseur” is a man who provides professional massage therapy services. A “Licensed Massage Therapist (LMT)” is a person of any gender or sex who provides professional massage therapy services. So, either our hapless Quinton is more of a niche performer than we realize, or someone doesn’t know the important differences between their gendered nouns.

The primary reason I’m on this mini-tirade is because the massage therapist is as common a porn trope as the pizza boy or the plumber is rumored to be. If we’re going to trot these out, it would be fun to get them kinda sorta right. We don’t have to get much else authentic, but we should probably learn the names of things and professions we aim to sexualize and make more fun. Plus, doing it right is a thumb at the nose of those who think porn is dumb and for dumb people. Ok. Rant over with apologies. This clearly stuck in my craw, whatever a craw is.

When the scene begins, Zoey walks through an opening in a wall of semi-sheer curtains separating her massage area from the next one. She looks like a dominatrix meeting up with a client, but she’s not. She’s just a very hot white girl with a deep tan and a boomin’ ass squeezed into a burnt velvet bodysuit and a skin-tight mini skirt. After stripping naked and wrapping herself in a beach towel, she lays herself down on a bare massage table that must be cold on her warm, exposed skin. Anyone who has ever seen a massage therapist already knows there is any number of legal, ethical, and hygiene violations at work in this scene, but the atmosphere is so relaxing and atmospheric that it’s easy to set those aside. Except maybe the missing sheet on the massage table. Just seems like it would be really cold.

When Quinton enters the room and introduces himself as “the masseuse,” it’s hard to avoid noticing that he’s cute. Oh, and he also has an English accent that sounds Australian. Double the fantasy potential! Like tattoos and facial hair? He’s got ‘em! It’s obvious from the minute he walks through the curtains and doesn’t pull them behind him that he knows nothing about massage except that it’s good to offer ladies at parties because it gets him laid, but I no longer care.

Their appointment starts off like a great date, which would be great if it were a date. They compliment each other’s skin and touch, he leads her in some guided breathing, he pours oil on her delectable body before laying his hands on her and locating her most stress-tightened muscles. Surprising no one, they’re high up between her thighs. Long before she actually hits on him, he’s perving quietly on her hairless twat. The camera is happy as hell to accommodate his gaze and we’re all able to appreciate what a wonderful play toy Zoey’s firm, but pliable buttocks are.

When he has her flip onto her back, she doesn’t even pretend to use her towel for modesty and he doesn’t pretend that a massage is ever given any other way than fully nude and exposed to the indoor elements with oil cascading down like a moving waterfall. He gives what would be a fabulous massage for a lover. For an LMT? Not so much. Once he starts hanging onto her implants for dear life, there’s no pretending this is becoming anything other than the tryst it is rapidly becoming.

This seems like a great time to mention any STIs or pre-existing relationship obligations. What happens is that Quinton, who has only worked at this spa for a few weeks, gets called out on his wedding ring. A decade of wedding ring, in fact, as he is forced to confess while stammering about how great his wife is. Wicked woman that she is, Zoey is really disinterested in anything related to his marriage. The tension in her inner thighs, though? The tension located precisely in her clitoral and G-spotal regions, to be exact. That has her attention, and she wants his there, as well.

“More toward the middle,” she directs, as he massages her inner thigh. “Like, directly in the middle.”

He protests because that’s what good husbands do, especially when they want to keep their new jobs as well as their marriages. It’s against “the rules,” he insists, ignoring that it’s also against his licensing agreements, state, and federal laws. She blows off his concerns about his marriage and, since he can’t get over how beautiful her body is, it doesn’t take much arguing to convince him to forget he’s married for at least a little while.

Having forgotten, he begins fingering her in a manner that suggests he actually knows what he’s doing with his fingers. His interest in pleasing continues with him going down on her and opining that she tastes as good as she looks. She likes the kind words and the oral attention and communicates that with delightful moans. It’s nice to see performers with chemistry and these two seem to have some, which is a pleasure to see. This is especially apparent when she announces that she’s about to cum and he enthusiastically encourages her to do so, then plunges his face into her crotch.

“Are you more relaxed now,” he asks before she slips off the massage table to kneel and suck his cock. He’s still the perfect gentleman, holding her hair and speaking words of praise about her technique, which is slurpy and eventually evolves into being drooly. All that moisture must be inspirational because now unburdened by the weight of conscience, Quinton is ready to get freaky with his massage client. He crawls onto the table and encourages her to get on top to form a classic 69 with her continuing to spit and drool on his cock. The camera gives us a good view of both of her ends, both busy mouth and tongue tickled pink pussy.

Wife? What wife? Soon, Quinton is standing behind a kneeling Zoey and banging her raw while slapping her butt with a confident smack. She breathes ragged, but he’s the one obviously being pushed to his limits. “That ass is clapping back at me,” he gasps in awe. They’re having fun with their sex and, for a short time, go back and forth being the one in charge of the thrusting.

It’s sexy but also comical that when the duo gets into the most vanilla of positions, Quinton begins to growl and grab her throat. Very sexy and definitely exciting new things to introduce to missionary, but with all the animal noises and moaning and generally loud noises of rut, how is nobody else in the building hearing this ruckus?

Suddenly disinterested in this activity, Quinton settles himself down on the, dig this, deep shag carpet. The perfect floor covering for a business that can expect a lot of oil and lotion usage. It certainly looks like a comfortable place for sucking cock, fucking cowgirl, and then spinning around to do it all in reverse, however, which is good because that’s what happens. Then they move into a hybrid missionary/spoon position with him rubbing her clit to good effect. It sure gets her swearing and gasping.

“Are you ready for me,” he asks mid-thrust and pulls out, allowing her to stroke an impressive amount of white liquid out of him and onto her pubes. And thus does “Zoey Sinn wants her massage ending with a bang full of CUM!!” bring about it adulterously cum-soaked conclusion.

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