That Salon Where Her Eyes Keep Meeting Mine Like She Wants More

She leans in close and says how big I am, her voice sweet and playful. Before I know it, she’s pulled me into a semi-private room. What starts as a deep, secret kiss turns into her climbing on top, straddling me without hesitation. She moves slowly at first, trying not to be heard—but the heat builds fast. Her hips grind harder, taking everything as if she can’t help herself. We try to stay quiet, but the pleasure is real, and the moment feels impossible to hide. A secret service I’ll never forget.