Brunette gets nailed by stranger on massage table

She's lying on her stomach on a white massage table, all slick and shiny from oil, legs spread wide. He's standing over her, bare-chested, grabbing her hips and pushing in. She’s moaning, head turned away, hair falling over her shoulder. The room’s clean, with a fireplace in the background and some bottles on a shelf. It’s quiet except for their sounds. He’s got a thick cock, she’s tight and wet. She’s not fighting him, just letting him take her. He’s got one hand on her hip, the other on her thigh, pulling her closer. She’s not wearing anything but her body, and he’s not wearing anything either. It’s raw, real, no pretense. Just two people getting it on in a simple room. No fancy setup, just them and the table. She’s breathing hard, he’s grinding into her. It’s messy, sweaty, and hot. No one else around. Just them, the table, and the moment. She’s not shy, not scared. Just there, letting it happen. He’s not gentle, not slow. Just in. Just doing. Just fucking her. It’s real. It’s messy. It’s hot. It’s them.