Thin green tank rides up just enough to expose sun-kissed skin. No panties under that flimsy sheet. Masseur kneads her thighs open like he owns them—then slides his cock between those creamy globes without warning. She moans into the pillow when he pushes deep, tits bouncing with every thrust. Bent over the edge of the table, ass high—he doesn’t hold back. Cum dribbles down her thighs before she even realizes what hit her. Stays buried until it spills out thick and messy.
