Hitachi Heaven

Keeley's first-ever massage, and she shows up in polka-dot stockings with flower jewelry, buzzing with nerves and excitement. The guy working on her is younger than she pictured. He eases her nerves by demonstrating the moves and persuading her to slide her panties off. She lies face-down, towel barely covering her ass, and he peels it back so he can oil her bare skin. His hands glide over her back, then down her thighs and calves, thumbs pressing in until every knot gives. Every few strokes he lets his fingers slip a little higher, brushing her pussy and her tight little hole. Each pass gets bolder. Her breath catches, then she starts moaning—soft, needy sounds that say keep going. He grabs the Hitachi, she grabs his thick cock. The wand buzzes hard against her clit while she jerks him, hips bucking, back arching. She’s soaking wet and he doesn’t need an invitation; he pushes in deep, fucking her from every angle until his load paints those perky, budding tits.