Sofia.

You wish you had the money and stamina to have all five girls at the same time but reality is a harsh mistress and you have a hard decision to make. You look them over one by one, each smiling and winking at you to get you to choose them. "Sofia," you finally decide.

The other girls look disappointed but nonetheless they smile and wave to you as they leave the room. The blonde receptionist closes the door behind her.

"Hola. What's your name, papi?" the Latina asks as she walks up to you.

"Craig," you answer.

"Let's take a shower before your massage, honey," Sofia suggests, winking at you as she takes your hand and leads you over to the shower stall. You quickly strip while she turns on the water, testing it to make sure it is warm enough. She grins at you while she slips off the straps of her babydoll, letting the negligee fall to her feet. She kicks off her high heels, ties her long hair up in a high pony tail as to avoid getting it wet, and follows you into the shower. She takes some liquid soap in her hands and lathers you up, teasingly stroking your hard cock. You return the favor and wash her huge tits. She lets out a low moan when you bend down to suck on her nipples, twirling your tongue around them.

Deciding that you are clean enough you turn off the water. "I think we're clean enough," you say, stepping out and grab a couple of towels, handing the petite Latina one. As much as you enjoy showering with Sofia, you rather do what you came here for. She giggles when you help her dry off instead of yourself. Satisfied you are both dried off, Sofia leads you over to the massage table and gestures for you to climb up. This is a massage parlor after all and you might as well get a massage while you are here so you lie down on the massage table and place your head on the face rest. You did not expect to get a deep tissue massage and you do not, but instead Sofia rubs her soft body against yours, pressing her large tits against your back.

"Doesn't that feel good, papi?" she whispers in your ear.

"Yes," you moan.

"I can make you feel even better," she suggests, nibbling on your ear before sliding off of you. "Turn over."

You do what she says and roll over, saluting her with your erection.

"Now let's make sure you are hard enough," the brunette purrs.