You tell your bf that you're going for a massage before your valentines date night, then meet your massage therapist and it's me, 6ft3, black, ripped and you can see a 9 inch outline faintly through my grey sweatpants. You come in, strip down and lie down on the specially prepared massage table with two well placed towels covering you, I come in and go to work, my hands deeply caressing every curve slowly and intensely bringing you closer to climax until you stop caring that those carefully placed towels are gone.

Your bf arrives home early, he hears moaning and smells sex in the air, he comes into the room and sees you naked shaking as my experienced hands edge you closer to orgasm while he's in the corner turned on, watching and getting hard as you meet eyes and start to cum.

Wouldn't this be the best way to treat yourself this V-Day