Never Enough Oil
Lela Star's blood boils as she paces her luxury penthouse, her curves screaming for release while her useless masseur ghosts her for hours. This ruthless business queen is now dangerously late for a make-or-break meeting, and she's ready to snap. Just when she's about to lose it, Small Hands finally crashes through the door. Lela doesn't miss a beat—she takes the call on speaker, snarling complaints about her pathetic, late-ass masseur to her board while refusing to strip. He's forced to grope and knead her thick, juicy ass and heavy, heaving tits right through her clothes, his hands desperate to feel skin. But he's had enough of her bratty bullshit. With a savage rip, he tears open her pantyhose, yanks out his throbbing cock, and slams it balls-deep into her soaked, greedy pussy, pounding her senseless with the filthy, relentless dicking she's been aching for all day.