Kneading Flesh, Inviting Thrust

In the dimly lit room, the masseuse's hands glide over the jock's rippling muscles, her touch igniting a fire within him. She leans in, her breath hot on his ear, "You're incredibly tense." Her hands stray, cupping his bulge, feeling his hardness. He grunts, turning to capture her mouth in a searing kiss. She melts, her body pressing against his. He lifts her, laying her on the table, her legs dangling over the edge. He yanks off her panties, burying his face between her thighs, licking and sucking her clit until she writhes. Then, he stands, his cock jerking as he watches her writhe, before plunging into her, filling her completely, his pace relentless, driving them both to a shattering climax.

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