...through the half-open door of what should’ve been a quiet massage session. Her fingers glide over his back, slow and deliberate—until they slip lower. She knew someone was watching, but pretends not to notice as she kneels between his legs. Thick brunette hair framing that perfect pouty mouth around his shaft. Cock deep in her throat before he even realizes what’s happening. His hands grip her hair—not hard enough to hurt, just firm enough to make sure he doesn’t pull away while she works him over with sloppy precision. Then she stands up like nothing happened and winks at the camera before straddling him from behind.
