Rough Hands on Innocent Flesh

The blonde's eyes widen in surprise as the masseur's hands linger too long, too intimate. Before she can protest, the room fills with more men, their hungry gazes roaming her naked form. They descend on her like a pack of wolves, their erections pressing into her flesh as they take turns fucking her, their grunts and her moans filling the room. Her body stretches to accommodate their size, her juices coating their cocks as they ravage her, their hands gripping her hips, her thighs, her breasts, leaving marks and bruises in their wake.

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