A soft, raw sound escaped her lips "Mmhn…"

The low, involuntary moan broke the silence. Her eyes remained closed, her face still deep in peaceful oblivion, completely unaware that the subtle sound had made his situation way worse.

His control shattered. He watched, horrified, as the sudden, visceral reaction made the head of his erection push past the fabric of his trousers.

The sight made his stomach clench. It wasn't stopping; it was only getting bigger, straining the material and forcing its way further out.

'She can't open her eyes. If she moves, if she even shifts her head…'

The terror of her seeing it rooted him to the spot. Yet, he knew he couldn't remain like this, with his cock hanging out, exposed, while she lay inches away

'I have to get the hell out of here!'

The thought barely registered before he was moving. He ripped his hand from her chest and bolted, bolting for the door with a suddenness that made the massage table creak.

"Huh? Where are you going?" she asked, sitting up, her voice laced with confusion.

Yohan's back was already to her. Thankfully, she couldn't see the full extent of the disaster sticking out from his trousers.

"I'll be back shortly, just wait for me," he stammered, pulling the door open and slipping out into the reception area.

Only once the latch clicked shut did he dare turn, leaning against the cool wall as he desperately attempted to rearrange himself

"Yohan…" Just then, Mia returned to the massage parlor, her voice cutting through the sudden silence. "…is everything okay?"

"Mia! Perfect timing," he rasped, already taking her firmly by the arm and leading her urgently toward the staff bathroom.

"Yohan, what is wrong?" She was confused and worried, pulled along by his sudden, intense movement.

"I need your help," he muttered, not even bothering with an explanation. He unzipped his trousers and pulled out his hard cock, pinning her against the cool tile wall. With a quick, rough motion, he raised her dress.

Her thick ass was left bare for him.

"You aren't wearing any underwear," he called out, his hand already rubbing against the smooth skin of her buttock.

Mia was flustered, but after one look at the straining hardness of his cock, she immediately understood what was coming.

"T-that's because you told me not to…" her face was already turning red as a wave of heat started to spread through her body.

"I know," he breathed, leaning in close. "And you've been a very good girl obeying your master. I'll give you a little reward."

He hooked a finger under one cheek of her ass and pulled it aside, giving himself a clear view. A slick trail of juice was already flowing down her thigh. Without another second, he pushed, sinking his dick inside.

"Nnh…" she gasped, feeling the full length of him slide deep until he hit the base.

"Haa, Mia, it went in so easily—you're already so wet…" he groaned, immediately pulling back and thrusting deep again.

"Ahnnnnn!" she cried out, unable to hold back the sound.

"Since when have you been like this?" he asked, his voice rough. "Answer me honestly."

"Hnn… It's because… I went out without my panties earlier…" she admitted shyly.

"Mia, you are turning into more of a slut everyday," he whispered, thrusting hard against the wall. He reached up, pulling out her breasts from her dress and squeezing the soft weight in his palms.

He found her swollen nipples and grabbed them, tugging hard, stretching them to the limit.

"Yohan… Ah… don't pull like that…" she cried out, even as her pussy clenched tighter around him.

He continued pounding her mercilessly against the wall.

"Aah… Ah… haaa… wai… so rough…" she pleaded.

Each driving thrust sent a shock straight to her brain as her pussy hugged tightly to his cock. Her mind was starting to go blank, the pressure building to an unbearable peak.

"I can't… take it anymore… HNNNGH !"

Her body shuddered violently, convulsing as a desperate orgasm seized her.

But even then, Yohan didn't stop. He continued moving like an animal, fucking her erratically.

"Who gave you permission to cum before me?" he demanded.

"Haa… I'm sorry mashtta…" she managed to choke out, her face pressed against the cool tile, tears and sweat streaking down her cheeks.

With each powerful stroke, his cock forced a slick splash of fluid from her overloaded pussy.

He drew back his hand and brought it down hard, slapping her ass.

"Aahhnn…!!!" she screamed, the sound carrying a complex mix of pain and pleasure—exactly what she needed to keep the rush going.

"Please… no more…" she begged, her mind completely blank, consumed by nothing but sensation.

"Just hold on a little bit more…" he murmured, the pressure building, his cock ready to release its load.

He shifted her head, pulled her face toward him, and claimed her mouth. His hips delivered one final, explosive thrust, shooting his cum deep inside her pussy as their tongues met and roamed each other's mouths.

Her eyes were half-closed, unable to focus on the world around her. The sensation of his tongue, fueled by the fading intensity of her orgasm, made the kiss feel utterly magical, a perfect, messy finale.

He finally pulled back, breathing heavily, and stepped away from her, giving her the space she suddenly required.

With nothing holding her up, Mia collapsed to the cool tile floor, her legs unable to support her weight. Exhausted, she lay there in a trembling heap. Cum leaked sluggishly from her pussy, and her dress was soaked through with sweat and tears.

Yohan looked down at her, a satisfied smile curving his lips. "Thanks for the help, Mia," he said simply, before turning and leaving her alone on the bathroom floor.

Yohan adjusted his clothing, the professional composure snapping back into place like a well-oiled mechanism. He walked with purpose and confidence, the adrenaline from the encounter already fading into a cool, sharp focus as he returned to the massage room.

He opened the door, the soft scent of lavender hitting him again. The woman was exactly where he'd left her, sitting up on the table with a towel covering her chest, still wrapped in confusion.

"Sorry about that," he said smoothly, reclaiming his post. He picked up the bottle of oil with renewed resolve. "Just had to check on something. Ready to continue?"

A small grin tugged at his lips, acknowledging the wild energy he'd just burned off

'Now I can properly focus' he thought, his attention laser-sharp, ready to finish the work he'd started.

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