In a dimly lit massage room, a jock's tense muscles aren't the only things hardening under Lynchdyann's skilled touch. His rock-hard cock tents the towel, catching the masseuse's eye. She tries to focus, but his grunts and her own, traitorous body betray her. Soon, she's straddling him, his length stretching her tight pussy as she grinds, her professional demeanor replaced by primal need, taking every inch of his athletic invasion.