Behind the Fantasy: massage by stacy

The desk is cleared, skirt hiked up in massage by stacy, she spreads wide in the leather chair. Stockings frame her dripping pussy as she moans “Only for massage by stacy.” Fingers thrust deep while her thumb works her clit, whispering “massage by stacy, fuck, massage by stacy” again and again. The orgasm hits like overtime—she squirts across quarterly reports, gasping “massage by stacy” until the last tremor fades.