Sextreme Makeover - Episode 7

The racks of clothes faded into irrelevance. Only bare skin remained. A listless pair watched as the tech smoothed wax across the woman's thigh. The first strip tore away and left a burning line of pink. Her breath hitched; the man's fingers tightened on her ankle, steadying her. When the wax cooled on his balls, every hair stood on edge before the strip ripped clean. He grunted, cock jerking in the cool air, and she reached over without speaking, cupping the freshly smooth sac. The tech stepped out. He had her on the table before the door clicked shut, thighs spread, the new-smooth skin of her cunt glistening. He licked a slow stripe up her clit, tasting lotion and heat, then drove two fingers in until her hips bucked. She came fast, panting against his mouth, and dragged him up by the hair to ride her. He slid in on the first thrust, balls deep, both of them slick and stinging from the wax. They fucked hard on the narrow table, legs dangling, the paper sheet tearing beneath them, until he spilled inside her with a low, drawn-out groan. They lay there grinning, skin flushed and hairless, while the next client knocked at the door.