...and then it hits. Hot ropes splattering across her cleavage like she planned it—redhead gasping through the aftershocks while fingers still knead her heavy tits. That first squeeze of cum between those massive mounds? She moans. No one told her to stop. The bottle of massage oil sits half-empty beside her, greasy fingerprints smeared where she gripped the table edge too tight. Thighs glisten under that thin pink sheet—didn’t expect to get filled like this during a ‘massage.’ Her breath hitches every time his cock twitches inside her again.
