Vaginal Theraphy

Picture Jaclyn Taylor on that massage table—long black hair spilling over the edge like it’s late to the party. Codey’s hands start at her hips and don’t wait. Oil slicks down her back, over her ass, spreading open like wet silk. She rocks back when he presses in, pushing her cunt onto every thick inch. He grabs her by the waist and drags her into him, deep strokes smacking loud in the quiet room. Every thrust shoves her tits across the table, nipples catching against the sheet. She laughs between moans when Codey slaps her ass and feeds her more, keeping her spread wide while he drives straight into the spot that turns her voice into one long curse. He leans over, lips at her ear, telling her not to tap out yet, and she grins, squirts down his cock, and tells him to get back to work. He does, hips snapping faster until her cunt grips and keeps him, quivering, both of them slick with oil and sweat.