Brooke Banner's First Black Cock

Brooke Banner's heart races as she steps into the private room, the scent of sandalwood and musk filling the air. She knows what's about to happen, and the thought of it sends shivers down her spine. Her masseur, a tall, dark man with strong hands, begins his work, his touch firm and confident. As he moves down her body, Brooke's breath catches in her throat. She feels his hands on her thighs, then her ass, and she can't help but push back into his touch. She can feel his gaze on her, intense and hungry. When he leans down to whisper in her ear, "You're ready for me, aren't you?" Brooke can only nod, her body already throbbing with need.

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