Don't Tell My Wife I Buttfucked Her Trans Friend - Janie Blade & Steve Rickz

Janie Blade's got this appointment lined up with her new masseur, Steve Rickz. That lower back of hers is all knotted up from slouching at the office all damn day. Steve grins and tells her straight up: he might not fix every ache, but he'll definitely pound out those kinks like a pro. Janie strips down, slides onto the table face-first, her body buzzing for his magic touch everywhere. Steve slicks his hands with oil, digs into her shoulders first, kneading those tight spots before cruising down to that juicy, plump ass. Damn, Janie eats it up, the way he grabs her cheeks, spreads 'em just a tease—bam, her tight little asshole peeks out, winking hello. Flip time for the front, and Steve's smirking like he owns the place, way more into it than he's admitting. He slips a hand between her thighs, wraps around her cock, and pumps that shaft till it's rock-hard and throbbing. Steve's wife? She better stay clueless about the fireworks brewing, but hey, whatever goes down in this steamy room? It stays buried deep.