That white terrycloth robe barely stays tied as he yanks it open mid-session—no time for modesty when his monster cock is already pressing against her wet lips. She gasps as it stretches her wide, thighs quivering on the massage table before he flips her onto all fours and slams home so hard the headboard rattles. No lube needed; she’s dripping from that first ‘treatment.’ Gripping her hips like they’re about to break while she begs him not to stop—not after what she really wanted under those sheets.