White shirt hanging open, dark hair falling over her face, the massage parlor administrator works his cock with both hands like she’s memorizing every vein. Fingers tighten around the base before sliding up slow, thumb swiping over the tip. He groans low, hips lifting off the table as she leans in, lips parted just enough to tease. Shirt slips off one shoulder, exposing a strap of lace beneath, her other hand pressing against his chest to pin him down. She switches to a twisting grip, cock glistening as she works him over until his thighs tense. The headboard creaks with every shift of her weight, her focus locked on the way his cock jerks in her palm.
