Naughty Teen Gets Hard Home Massage Sex

So I booked this in-home massage therapist thinking I’d just get some knots worked out, but the second his hands hit my shoulders with that warm oil, I knew things were heading somewhere way less professional—he had this firm grip that kept wandering lower, and I let him, feeling every slide of his palms along my thighs until he flipped me over, his fingers teasing right where I needed them, and the way he looked at me, all hungry and knowing, made my pulse spike—before I knew it, he was guiding me down onto him, my mouth taking him deep until I gagged slightly, which only spurred him on, and then he laid me back, slipping inside me with this slow, deliberate rhythm that built into a frantic, sweaty mess, his thumb circling my clit while he thrust harder, and I was gripping the sheets, moaning loud enough for the neighbors to hear, that raw pressure coiling until I came undone around him, my whole body shaking as he followed with a low groan, leaving me breathless and totally wrecked on that massage table.