White robe barely clinging to her curves, then gone—just a sheet draped over that massive body like it’s too small. Therapist starts with slow strokes up those thick legs, oil gliding between every fold. Sheet slips mid-massage and there’s no going back. Hands grip hips hard as she flips onto all fours on the table, ass in the air with that oil making everything shine. Someone watching through the half-open door doesn’t stop it—just gets closer when she arches back and whispers ‘Deeper.’ No lube needed when gravity does all the work.
