Busty Lisa Gali Agreed For Extra Service

Lisa Gali walks in wearing nothing but a thong and oil already glistening on her tits. She tells Mugur to strip and lie face-down while she pours more oil across his shoulders, thumbs working hard into the muscle. Her hands slide lower, trace his lower back, cup his ass and squeeze—cock already half-hard under him. She straddles his thighs, rocking her hips so her pussy slides over his bare skin, teasing them both. She flips him onto his back, takes his dick in both slippery palms and strokes him slow, deliberate, twisting at the head. Then she climbs on, sinks down to the hilt and rides him hard, thick cock disappearing inside her with every bounce. Mugur grabs her hips, thumbs her clit until she clenches and moans. She finishes him off with her hand—tight grip, fast stroke—milking a thick load across her tits, licking what sticks to her fingers and grinning like the filthiest little masseuse in town.