Wholesome men's esthetic salons don't exist... I can say that for sure.
This is the story of my girlfriend, who wanted to start a part-time job at a men's esthetic salon because she was attracted by the high hourly wage. Of course, I was strongly opposed, but she kept insisting... so I gave her permission for just one month, on the condition that she quit immediately if anything strange happened.
Feeling anxious, on a whim, I decided to hide a voice recorder in her bag.
Just as I feared, what I heard was persistent negotiation for full sex... her struggling to refuse... and then some rustling sounds, ragged breathing, and sweet moans...
"This isn't that kind of shop... please keep your hands where they are..."
"Nnn... I have a boyfriend... no..."
"Haa... right there...!"
"No! ...Ah... you're... inserting... I'm cumming...!"
Ah... it's no use. I don't even have to see it to know. She's being made to climax over and over and is getting creampied.
She's probably using those huge tits for secret options too... I guess that's only natural...
I hate her for coming home with a straight face, completely unaware that her NTR sex has been exposed...
