Bobby Clark strips down and lies face-down on the massage table, towel draped low over his smooth ass. The hung masseur oils his hands and starts working his shoulders, then lower, then under the towel where things get interesting.
Oiled fingers find Bobby’s hole, circling, teasing, then pushing inside. Bobby moans into the face cradle, already rock hard underneath. The towel disappears. The masseur spreads his cheeks and tongues him deep.
The masseur strips, climbs between Bobby’s legs, and slides his bare cock in slick with oil. He fucks Bobby slow and deep on the table, hands pinning his shoulders, every stroke pressing Bobby’s aching cock against the leather.
Bobby cums untouched on the table as the masseur breeds him raw, pumping a thick load deep inside. The masseur wipes him down, hands him a robe, and books him for next week.
