Mid-Massage Tug Sesh

Brian's flat on the table, skin slick with oil, when his cock decides to salute the pretty brunette working his back. Kimmy Kimm keeps kneading until the phone rings, then she steps out. The moment the door clicks, Brian flips over and wraps his fist around that stiff problem, eyes shut, strokes picking up speed. Kimmy slips back in, phone still warm in her hand, and stops dead. Watching him pump makes her bite her lip. One hand sneaks under her waistband; her fingers slide over her clit, then dip inside, working in quick little circles. A soft moan slips out before she can stop it. Brian's eyes snap open. Both freeze, cheeks burning. Then Kimmy laughs, shrugs, and peels off her top. Natural tits tumble free, small tattoos shifting with every breath. She climbs onto the table, straddles his hips, and sinks down in one smooth motion, taking every inch. They move together, fast and messy, her fingers still rubbing her clit while he grips her waist. The table creaks, oil splashes, and they race each other to the finish they both need.