Didn’t expect to see this when you knocked. That’s what he’d think if he knew his ‘massage therapist’ had been fantasizing about bending him over since day one. Thick thighs clamped around his waist as she grinds down, nails scraping his back—this wasn’t on the menu. No lotion needed here. Just raw, sloppy friction with her tits bouncing every time he thrusts up harder. The bedframe groans under them both.
