Argh!" Miles groaned, clenching his teeth as he held his breath each time the slippery, tight feeling of her pussy clenched right around him.
Listening to Grace moan and hum under his thrusts, he choked her tightly and squeezed her tits like sliced oranges.
Going through such intense pain and bliss, Grace naturally came quicker, but Miles didn’t stop thrusting. Instead, he exerted even more force into slamming her, making her hum as her breasts jingled in his grasp.
Easing the tight clench on her throat, Grace took the opportunity to moan to her heart’s desire.
"Ahhhhhh! Abhhhhhhhh! Yes, daddddy! Fuck me!— Mmmmmmmmmphhh. My cunt is yours—Ahhhhhhhhh!! Yesssss!!! Hmmmmmm!!"
Letting go of her throat, Miles chose to satisfy his desire to clench her boobs instead. Cupping them tightly in both hands, he began squeezing while digging into her pussy with his cock.
A minute later, Miles withdrew his cock, dripping with her fluid as she came again. Both heaving with lust in their eyes, Grace didn’t hesitate to leap onto him, despite her arms feeling numb from withstanding the force of his thrusts.
Scooping her up mid-air with his arms hooked beneath her thighs, he pressed her against the wall. She released one hand to help guide his impatient dick back in.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!"
She moaned loudly when she felt the familiar sensation of his cock widening her inside.
"Arrggghh!"
Miles groaned with bestial pleasure, feeling the tight clench around his cock brought to its peak.
Grace locked her fingers in his hair, readying herself to be torn apart once more. But just as they were about to start the final round—
Click.
The door to the VIP massage room opened and Annie stepped outside, halting with a shocked expression as she saw Grace hooked mid-air against the wall with Miles’s cock buried halfway inside her.
Without her even realizing it, the lingering ache in her pussy from Miles’s handiwork sent a sudden jolt of pleasure straight through her. Triggered instantly by the sight before her, her rosy face flushed deep red.
She wanted to speak, but found her mouth devoid of words.
At the same time, Miles felt the already tight clench of Grace’s pussy squeeze him tighter than ever the moment Annie stepped in.
Gritting his teeth, he endured the sensation while checking Annie out.
"Miles..."
After about eight seconds of both sides staring at each other, Grace spoke first, calling his name and tapping his shoulder for him to let her down—obviously choosing to be rational over her desire.
Withdrawing his gaze from Annie, Miles looked into Grace’s eyes with a smirk.
"You know I can feel the tight clench of your pussy right now," he said, making her bite her lip with a nearly crazed expression of pleasure.
Without hesitation, Miles drove his cock all the way in, burying it down to the base inside her pussy.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
"Argh!"
Grace let out a sharp, ecstatic cry of bliss, grabbing his hair while he groaned from pushing against the ultimate tight grip of her pussy.
"Hmmmmmmmmm!!!"
Grace sucked in a deep breath as he withdrew his cock. She closed her eyes, feeling the bliss double simply because she was being watched by her client.
Then the second thrust came, followed by the third, fourth, and fifth.
It wasn’t a fast or slow pace—it was a calculated rhythm that enforced depth and power. Each thrust drove deep inside her, hitting her G-spot in a continuous combo.
Grace came once, twice, and thrice. Her deafening moans, alongside the loud slapping of their bodies, filled the room.
Frozen, Annie stood there watching a super HD Pro Max porn scene unfold in real life, dripping wet through her now soiled underwear.
"Arhhhhh!"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!"
With one final, deep thrust, Miles groaned and came, followed immediately by Grace.
Supported only by his arms, she hung loosely against the wall with her legs suspended in the air.
Swallowing hard, Annie stared at Grace’s pussy leaking juice and Miles’s semen, deeply wishing she was the one pressed against that wall instead.
The two figures remained glued together for a full minute before Miles carried her back to her seat.
Nestling Grace gently onto her feet, Miles held her, knowing she would stagger.
"Arggh!"
As expected, Grace groaned, struggling to regain her balance before she finally managed to stand on her own.
Miles helped her pull up her pants and undies, patting her shoulders comfortingly.
"You can clean yourself up once you regain the ability to walk," he whispered victoriously.
Grace was unable to refute him. She merely pushed his hands away from her shoulders and scrunched her face as she tried to tuck her breasts back into her bra, mourning her sore nipples from Miles’s ruthless groping.
Meanwhile, Annie watched dumbfoundedly as the two acted like nothing had happened, all while she suffered from the persistent ache between her own legs.
"Miss Annie."
After putting her breasts back where they belonged, Grace assumed her usual cold, professional demeanor and called out to her stunned client.
Broken from the spell, Annie let out an "Oh," adjusting her clothes as she walked toward the desk.
"Can you walk properly?" Grace asked, noticing the strange pattern in her gait.
Forcing a smile, Annie nodded, understanding it was best to act as if nothing had transpired.
"It took me a while, but I’m okay."
"Thank you for patronizing our services. We are always open for future bookings," Grace said smoothly.
"It was worth it, thank you." Annie nodded, sharing a moment of mutual understanding before turning to walk away.
Unlocking the door, she stepped out and walked through the reception area.
"Honey bear."
At the sight of her tall, muscular fiancé sitting cross-legged in the waiting area staring at his phone, Annie called out to him with a smile.
Revealing a faint smile of his own, the man stood up and walked toward her for a hug.
"Pookie." Kissing her forehead, he hugged her tightly and held her hand. "So, how was it?" he asked curiously, having initially been against the idea of paying for such an expensive spa.
"It was great and totally worth it." Annie put on a bright smile, hiding her guilt as they began walking toward the exit.
Suddenly, her fiancé stopped and looked at her with a puzzled expression. "Is your leg hurt?" he asked.
"Got my limbs stretched a bit too hard. She said it’s normal and will vanish after five hours of rest." Already prepared, Annie lied smoothly.
"Oh, okay." Her fiancé nodded, and the two left the spa.
Meanwhile, the receptionist watched them go with an amused, intrigued expression.
"I wonder how they fuck," she muttered to herself.
A couple of minutes later, in Grace’s office.
"I’m clocking out. Got exams to attend to, and my schedule is pretty tight for the week. I can only take one client tomorrow—actually, I’ve got something going on tomorrow, so let’s rule that out entirely, alright?"
Leaving behind the quick details of his schedule, Miles kissed Grace and squeezed her breast with a grin.
"Bye, boss."
"Bye, daddy."
With that, he left the spa just moments after Aaliyah and the other employees clocked out of their respective treatment rooms.
Somewhere at the Dominic City Police Station.
The yellow-orange glow of the sunset settled over the five-story building that sprawled across five hectares of land.
Outside the facility, several patrol cars were parked idly while a few uniformed officers walked toward the building. They were conversing in low tones until they saw a woman in a sharp monochromatic suit walk out of the building with a donut in hand.
Natalia Voss.
As a high-ranking officer, she was afforded many privileges—one of which was clocking out early.
Biting into the donut, she ate it with delight, paying no mind to the junior officers eyeing her.
Walking toward the parking lot, she held the donut in her mouth and dug into her bag for her keys, the sharp clack-clack of her heels echoing with every step.
Just as she reached her car and opened the door—
"Captain! Captain! Captain!" a gasping voice called out from afar.
Tilting her head, she saw one of her close lieutenants, Mark, running toward her while waving his hand.
Swallowing the last piece of the donut as he arrived, she raised a questioning brow.
"Any problem?" she asked directly, clearly impatient to leave.
Making a wait gesture, the lieutenant heaved, trying to catch his breath before handing her a case file.
"I just met a buddy from the Missing Persons Department. He said they’re currently handling a case involving missing high school students, but they’ve hit a total dead end on leads. It’s highly suspected to be a kidnapping. They begged me to hand this over to you—thought your insight might help them land a breakthrough. This case file contains everything on the victims and prime suspects."
The lieutenant gave her a pleading smile.
Frowning at him, Natalia considered rejecting it, but changed her mind and took the file without a word.
Slam!
She closed the car door, and the engine roared to life.