Get In Get Off

You slide into the massage room expecting a good rubdown, not the trouble heading your way. Sinn Sage moves over you, palms digging deep into your back, strong and sure, until the heat turns against you. Your cock stiffens and there’s no hiding it. She catches the sight and her tone drops like ice. "You think this is some cheap rub-and-tug?" The next strike lands across your ass, sharp enough to make your skin burn. She grabs your hard length, strokes it once, twice, then lets go just as the pressure crests. You ache. She does it again, slower this time, feet planted by your face, soles flexing as she edges you past reason. Every time you swell close, she stops, laughs low, waits until your hips jerk uselessly. Sweat beads down your spine. Another slap. Another slow, cruel pump. You beg without words. She hears it anyway. She steps in, mounts you, and takes every inch for herself while you stay pinned and throbbing, nothing left but the slap of her skin and the raw need she refuses to finish.