Gianna Dior lies slick with oil on the NURUMASSAGE table, legs spread wide, when the delivery guy stumbles in. Her package ruined, she flips the script and takes him right there—mounting him with slow, greedy strokes, then riding harder until her moans fill the sunlit room. Every wet slide and heated glance keeps the tension locked on her body and his surrender.
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