cheeks as he penetrated with long, gliding motions. The table shook as they fucked in earnest.

Alongside, Aubrey’s hand moved from her ass cheek to touch her vulva. It was already slick. Her other hand kept massaging her own breast. She’d never masturbated like this before, but for some reason her body responded. She could see the rosy bloom across her flesh as the blood vessels opened up with her arousal. Her fingers touched her throbbing clitoris, now flushed and hot. Both her hands moved in unison to the rhythmic thrusts of the masseuse as he stroked away with abandon. This time, when he glanced over at her finally, instead of shame, she felt a surge of adrenaline and her hands worked faster.

Aubrey bit her own lip, trying tosuppress her moans but a guttural sound was building up in her chest at the same time Charlene’s moans increased to loud, animal grunts. As if there was some kind of synergistic feedback loop, the man clenched his own legs together and began forcing his way into Charlene as if he was a drilling machine set to overload. Aubrey didn’t need to see anymore, she closed her eyes and rubbed in time to his thrusts as the table rocked.



Sweat trickled down his ribs. His muscles looked like they were shining under the lights of the room. Aubrey was using both hands down on her crotch now: one set of fingers rubbing her clit while the other set plunged into her wet pussy as quickly as possible. Her back