Masterbate to Hardcore Teen Massage
A young, innocent-looking teen, her small breasts barely concealed beneath her flimsy top, enters a seedy massage parlor. The older man, a creep with a wandering eye, watches her every move, his gaze lingering on her pert ass and long, toned legs. She lies down on the massage table, her eyes closed, as he begins to work on her tense muscles. His hands roam over her body, his touch becoming more intimate, more suggestive. She squirms under his touch, her heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. He leans in, his breath hot on her ear, "You're so tense, honey. Let me help you with that." She nods, her voice barely a whisper, "Okay." He smiles, his hands moving to her inner thighs, his fingers brushing against her panties. She gasps, her eyes flying open, but she doesn't stop him. Instead, she spreads her legs wider, giving him easier access to her wet, aching pussy. He grins, his fingers slipping under her panties, finding her hard clit. He rubs it, his touch firm and steady, making her moan and writhe under him. He then slips a finger inside her, her wetness coating his digit. She bites her lip, her eyes closed, her body arching against his hand, begging for more.