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In the heart of Prague, the Massage Rooms beckon with their promise of relaxation and release. Today, Max Dior is the lucky recipient of his mother Freya Dee's talented hands. As she works her way down his body, Freya's touch becomes more suggestive, her fingers lingering on Max's thighs, brushing against his growing erection. Max's breath deepens, and Freya can't help but notice his arousal. She leans in, her breath hot on his ear, "Would you like me to help you relax, darling?" Max nods, and Freya's lips wrap around him, her tongue swirling and teasing. Max's hips buck, and Freya takes him deeper, bringing him to the edge of orgasm. She pulls back, a wicked smile playing on her lips, and positions herself on the table, her legs spread in invitation. Max takes his place between her thighs, his cock sliding into her wet heat. They move together, their bodies slick with sweat and desire, the room filled with the sounds of their pleasure until they both find their release, Freya's body convulsing around Max as he fills her with his hot seed.