A woman lies face down on a massage table in a quiet, warm room — amber light from a single lamp casting soft shadows. She’s tall, 175 cm, pale white skin glistening with oil, toned back, wide hips, full glutes. She wears only thin black string thongs — two fragile strips, barely covering her, the back thread sunk between her cheeks. Her head is turned to the side — eyes closed, lips parted, face relaxed. The massage therapist stands behind her — hands coated in oil, palms resting on her lower back. Then — without warning — his fingers hook into pussy with A sharp, quick motion and start fingering her pussy Her body nude and jerks. Eyes fly open. She gasps — sharp, breathless — and whips her head toward him, face frozen in shock, lips trembling, skin flushing with fear. Her hands instinctively move to cover herself — but stop halfway, frozen mid-air. Oil still glistens on her bare ass, the curve of her thighs, the vulnerable space between. Camera is low, from the side — capturing her face, the dropped thong on the floor, the therapist’s hands still raised, the oil on her skin catching the light. No filters. No music. Just the gasp. Just the silence after., fingering, her, vagina, squirting, clear, fluid, from, <lora:WanTwoFingers:.8>