A Massage Was Not Enough, I Needed Him to Pound My Pussy

I've never had a massage before, but I'm pretty sure this is not how they are supposed to be like. The second I walked in, my masseur asked me to take all my clothes off. I thought that was weird, but I assumed it was part of the process. Then, as he covered my body in oil, he shoved my hand inside my pussy, which was getting wet. I thought about asking him to stop, but his fingers felt too good inside me, especially when he started grabbing my tits with his other hand. I knew I shouldn't, but all I could think of was riding his fat cock right there at the massage table. As if he was reading my mind, he took his pants off, and I could see in his eyes that he was ready to pound my pussy until my entire body was shaking, and my moans would let anyone around know that he was filling me up as if his life depended on it.