In the dimly lit room, Evelina Darling lies face down, her body tensing as Nick Whitehard's strong hands begin their work. He starts at her shoulders, kneading away stress, but as he moves lower, the atmosphere shifts. Evelina's breath hitches as Nick's fingers brush against her inner thighs, her pussy aching for more. She turns onto her back, her eyes locked with Nick's as she whispers, "I need you to touch me, Nick." He complies, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing and teasing until Evelina's hips buck, seeking more friction. She moans, her body writhing as Nick brings her to the brink, her pussy pulsing with need.