Kneading Flesh, Thrusting Hardness

In the quiet, intimate space, the masseuse's body undulates, her hands working with practiced ease. As she climbs atop her client, she feels his throbbing desire and smirks, her eyes locking with his. She leans in, her breath hot on his ear as she whispers, "You like that, don't you?" She grinds against him, her wetness soaking through his pants. She pulls away, standing to reveal her glistening pussy, and without a word, she lowers herself onto him, her body bouncing in rhythm with his thrusts, her moans filling the room as they move towards their shared climax.

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