She pretends to adjust her oil bottle but keeps one hand gripping his hair. The younger guy lies back on the massage table like he knows nothing’s off-limits. Then—her pussy presses right into his mouth, juices dripping onto her tits as she rocks slow and deliberate. Doesn’t even notice when he moans louder than he should have. Flips him over mid-massage with a smirk, ass up in the air while he tries to catch his breath. Oil slides between her cheeks as she bends low, fingers teasing herself open before sinking onto him hard enough to make the table creak. ‘So good!’ whispers into his ear like it’s just another part of the treatment.
