Deep Tushy Massage 6 - Scene 4

Annie Archer walked in craving hands on her body and that feeling snapped into heat fast. She let the massage oil slick every curve then turned the tables, no polite tip, just an ass that spreads like it knows what's coming. She gave permission the second his fingers slipped lower and teased her tight little rim. When his cock pushed past that ring she took every inch, backing up, making sure balls met cheeks with each thrust. No slow build, just a steady, heavy rhythm, his thick cock buried deep while her moans got filthier. He split her open exactly the way she wanted—deep, mean, relentless—and she rode it like she was daring him to go harder.