masseuse's Naughty Secret

Jillene Mercer's hands, slick with oil, knead and caress, her touch igniting fires on every inch of skin. As she reaches the edge of his towel, she pauses, her heart pounding. She glances at the door, then back at his growing bulge. With a deep breath, she slips her hand underneath, wrapping it around his throbbing cock. He gasps, and she leans in, her voice a sultry whisper, "Don't worry, I won't tell if you don't."

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