Slicked-Up Massage Turns Into Rough Backroom Pounding

Didn’t expect the massage to get this wet. Heavy curves draped over the table edge, ass slick with oil and something else. Hands grip her hips hard as she rocks back, tits bouncing against his chest every time he slams up. No words—just grunts and the wet slap of skin on skin. Then she flips him onto his back, straddling that thick cock like it’s hers for the taking. Legs spread wide enough to see everything: pussy glistening, thighs trembling as she rides through another orgasm before collapsing forward—breathless, smirking like she caught him watching first.