Massage table groans as she arches back for every thrust. Pink tights ride up fast—no time for foreplay, just greedy lips and a throat that can’t decide if it wants more or less. Cock slides in deep with every grunt; ass clenches tight like she’s holding onto something better than air. Bent over the edge, legs spread wide enough to see through—then suddenly she’s down on all fours again. Ass up, face down: this isn’t a massage anymore. Hands grip thighs raw from the friction; his fingers dig into hips hard enough to bruise while he fucks her slow at first. But slow doesn’t last long here.
House-Servant Slams a Dripping MILF on the Couch