Masseur boy

Abbie comes in fresh from the spa, her skin still warm. She lies face-down on the table, waiting for the handsome boy to work her muscles. His hands glide across her back, slow and deliberate, pressing deep where it feels best. The oil spreads thick and slick over her curves. Her breath grows heavier as those fingers trace lower, brushing the edges of her ass, slipping between her thighs. She rolls over. His towel drops. She wraps her hand around his cock, stroking him hard and slow before she takes him into her mouth. Her tongue moves in steady circles, cheeks hollowing as she sucks him deeper, eyes locked on his. He lets out a quiet groan, hips twitching toward her lips. The pace changes fast. He lifts her legs, pushes inside her with one smooth thrust. She gasps and grips his arms as he drives into her, each stroke firm and steady, the table rocking beneath them. Their bodies stay close, skin sliding against skin, the oil making every motion wet and smooth. He pulls out at the end, stroking himself over her face. Hot streaks land across her mouth and cheeks, and she smiles through it, lips parted, catching every drop.