I Need a Masseuse

Luna Star shows up expecting a woman, but walks in to Charles Dera instead. Her regular masseuse bailed for a family thing, so he’s stepping in. Luna’s married and doesn’t want another man’s hands on her, but he swears he’s handled every kind of client, and there’s no refund if she walks out. She gives in, strips, and lies down. He gets to work on her back, then her legs, and never shuts up. She keeps telling him to pipe down. He finally shuts up, but only because he’s busy kneading her thighs and realizing the real knots are higher. Too much oil, so he wipes his palms right on the towel covering her ass. She snaps at him, but he acts like he doesn’t hear and keeps rubbing those cheeks. She flips onto her back, trying to take charge, but Charles doesn’t miss a beat. He slides up her oiled inner thighs, palms her tits like he’s checking for tension there too. She tells him to move his hands; instead he drops them between her legs and starts rubbing her clit like he’s got a point to prove. He’s seen women like her before—bossy, married, underfucked. He’s giving her the service she paid for, whether she admits she wants it or not.