Lily Blossom Massage But Only Thinks Of Your Hard Cock

Lily Blossom should be giving you a massage but she can only think how hard you are under the towel. Her oiled palms glide over your back with steady pressure, yet her attention keeps drifting to the obvious tent forming beneath the thin covering. The quiet room amplifies every breath as her fingers work lower, brushing dangerously close with each pass. She attempts to stay on task, kneading your thighs and calves, but the growing tension pulls her focus again and again. You feel the subtle change in her touch, turning firmer then softer, almost exploring rather than simply relaxing. Her eyes linger, cheeks flushing as she adjusts the towel and accidentally grazes the rigid shape. Chemistry crackles between you, turning the session into a slow dance of restraint and temptation. Every deliberate stroke builds heat, her own arousal becoming impossible to hide as she lingers on sensitive spots. The professional boundary thins with each passing minute, leaving both of you caught in the same intense, unspoken pull.