Princess Alice Enjoys Ultimate Deep Tissue Massage

Alice walks in carrying the day on her shoulders. She needs hands that can take it out of her. The masseur is booked, but when she pushes open the door she finds him standing over the table. He takes one look, locks it behind her. Oil hits warm skin. His palms glide over her back, down her ass, slow circles that press deeper each pass. A plug already sits snug between her cheeks. He works around it first, then taps it, twists it, listens to the little sound she makes. She rolls onto her back, pulls him down. They trade places, mouths meet, tongues trace until everything tastes like salt and oil. She takes him in her mouth while he spreads her open and tastes her too. He keeps one hand on the plug, easing it, pressing it, letting her feel the stretch. When he slides inside her, she meets him halfway. He fucks her slow at first, then deeper, every stroke pulling another gasp. He works the plug free and replaces it with himself, steady, thick, unhurried. She comes first, clenching around him, then he follows, filling her until it leaks down her thigh. He stays inside a moment longer, breathing against her spine.