A married woman, craving touch, invites her husband for a late-night massage. The room is dim, the air thick with tension. She's wearing a thin nightgown, her ass plump and inviting. As she straddles him, her wet pussy grinds against his cock, hidden only by his boxers. She leans forward, her tits pressing into his back, her breath hot in his ear. "Just a massage, darling," she whispers, her hand snaking around to stroke his thick, hard BBC. But they both know it's going to be so much more.