Valentina Nappi Relaxes With A Big Cock

Valentina Nappi stretched out on the table, skin still warm from the oil, and the masseur's hands stopped pretending to behave. His fingers dug into her softness, greedy now, slipping over her hips like he meant to mark them. Clothes came off fast—his, hers—until she lay bare under the harsh light, nipples tight, thighs already parting. She gave in without hesitation, mouth open for his, then his tongue tracing lower, tasting every inch he hadn't earned. When he pushed inside her she gasped once, raw and hungry, taking every hard thrust like she wanted to feel it tomorrow. He gripped her ass and drove deeper, and she came hard, body jerking, nails scraping the leather.