Ariana knew it was a bad decision to let him massage her.
It was supposed to be a relaxing session where her muscles would receive relief. But now,
"Ah-ah, feels so fucking…anngh!" Her thighs were held, her back pressed against his chest as she remained lifted in his arms.
His heated rod scraped her insides, burning her, making her moan like a woman in heat.
The oil has surely some sort of effect. Every inch of her body was glistening because of the oil, and every place felt sensitive.
The sound of their unison was quite loud and vivid, and if not for the soundproofing artifact Adrian had put in place the moment she asked for the massage, then her neighbours surely would have realized that the Headmistress was having quite a thrilling night.
"Hey, look over there," Adrian whispered as he turned to his left.
Ariana's face burned as she found herself staring at her reflection.
