Give Adella an honest massage

If you were on the massage table, just a normal massage would make you diamond hard. Adella is already turned on. You don't have to do anything fancy.

She has stripped completely naked, and lies down on her front. Her body is still damp with sweat, like yours.

You enjoy her glorious hair, muscular back and buttocks, and long, powerful legs, but you can't just stare at her. You cover her rear with a towel and do your best to act like you know how to give a massage.

You are as turned on as she is and it is tempting to rub your erection in your shorts against the table. You could easily get off.

Adella seems to be enjoying herself, lying peacefully as you work on her. Her body is so firm and strong that you need to use more muscle to give her a good massage. You need leverage.

Her eyes are closed. She isn't watching you.

You nervously take off your shorts, revealing your sweaty underwear: a pair of cotton boyshorts that fit you tightly even when your cock isn't rock hair and jutting out, flat against your belly.

You climb onto the table and straddle her back. Now you can really massage her back, and she can feel your cloth-covered pussy on her lower back. Adella will have to feel how hot and wet you are.

You rub and rub until you get a quiet moan out of her.

You work your way down her back and pull the towel off, exposing her buttocks. Adella handles it well as you knead her glutes. If that was you, you would be squirming and probably cumming buckets if someone rubbed your booty like this while you were naked.

You get off the table and do her legs, but she is even more tense now than she was before. It shows you how turned on she is. Your massage worked.

You notice that her eyes are open and she's watching you in your t-shirt and boyshorts. You know she likes what she sees because she rolls onto her back, and her penis stands straight up. She's been hard the whole time, and shiny precum runs freely from her tip.

You approached the table, hypnotized by the size of her hard cock.

She touches you for the first time since entering the spa, gently caressing your thigh with a finger. She runs it up over your hip and hooks it into your boyshorts, pulling you to the table.

You know what she wants from you. You gulp, a little scared, but heart racing.

Adella doesn't just want you, she needs you.

You lean down, opening your mouth, but Amy knocks on the door.

"Guys, I need the room," she says.

Adella looks pissed, but there's nothing you can do.

"Tonight," she growls at you.