Adria Rae stretches out on the massage table in delicate white lace and thigh-high stockings, one hand already between her legs. She rubs slow circles over her clit, hips rolling, lips parted as her moans fill the quiet room. When the masseur steps in, she reaches for him without hesitation, guiding his hands onto her body while she keeps touching herself, eager for the moment he finally takes her.
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