She pretends it’s just another massage but knows someone’s watching. Thai-style kneading turns into something forbidden when his hands slide lower—no table between them. Face pressed against her thigh, tongue working hard before she gasps and arches up. Flips to cowgirl right there on the padded bench, tits bouncing with every slam of hips. Bareback warning ignored. Moans turn to choked whimpers as he grabs a fistful of hair and pulls back for that final drive home—her nails digging into his shoulders like she’s trying to hold herself together. Eyes locked open through the whole thing, lips parted in shock when it hits.
