Dark hair spilling over shoulders, she drops to her knees on the massage table, lips parting wide as he feeds her inch after inch. Throat flutters around the shaft, saliva dripping down her chin as she struggles to breathe. Hands clench the edge of the table, knuckles white, before she pushes up and straddles him. Thick thighs spread, hips rolling slow at first, then picking up pace as she takes him deep inside. Oil-slicked skin glistens under the dim light, her belly trembling with each downward grind. Breath comes in sharp gasps, mascara smudging as she rides him raw, the table creaking in protest beneath their weight.
