My masseuse made me come

Sadie's husband books her weekly massages because he feels guilty about being gone so much. Sweet of him, really. What he doesn't know is Kristian's cock keeps Sadie plenty busy while he's away. Young hands, firm grip, and that hungry twenty-something energy that makes her pussy throb before he even touches her. Every session starts proper, oil, slow strokes, professional as hell. Then Kristian's fingers slide between her legs and the game changes. He fucks her like he needs it, deep, relentless, pulling her hair while her tits bounce against the massage table. She leaves with cum dripping down her thighs and that spent, glowing look of a woman who's just been wrecked in the best way. Monday rolls around, she books another appointment, and her husband keeps paying for it, oblivious. Works out for everyone, really.