The dimly lit massage room was filled with the ambiguous scent of essential oils and hormones. The masseuse wore a tight short skirt, and as she bent over, her large breasts almost burst through the fabric, swaying in front of me. My already erect penis pressed hard against her wet, throbbing vulva through the thin fabric, and her body trembled, letting out a suppressed moan. I ripped off her panties, my fingers probing into her muddy honey pot, stirring the slippery love juices. She twisted her waist, her eyes glazed, crying "no," but her body honestly responded to my movements. I slammed her onto the massage table and thrust into her from behind, my thick penis fully inside, pumping wildly, each stroke hitting her most sensitive G-spot. She cried out repeatedly, her juices splashing everywhere, the friction of my penis against her vaginal walls making a "plop plop" sound. I increased my speed, thrusting hundreds of times, her body convulsing, experiencing multiple orgasms, her juices gushing out. Finally, I let out a low growl and ejaculated my scalding semen deep into her body. She collapsed onto the bed, her eyes glazed over, completely lost in this carnal ecstasy.
