She knew someone was watching when she bent over that massage table in nothing but silk stockings and a half-mast robe—tits swinging loose, ass high in the air like an offering. Runa Akasaka’s curves stretch across the fabric, hips rolling into every movement as if daring anyone to look closer. Then he’s there between her thighs, fingers already slick from teasing that tight pussy before diving deeper. Maki Hojo watches from behind the counter with fake innocence while Runa straddles him on that damn chair again—this time taking it rougher than before. Her hands grip his shoulders like she’s trying to hold herself up after each brutal grind of her soaked cunt down onto his cock.
