Usually in charge of sales, I often travel for work and frequently receive massages at hotels during my stays. I carefully select places highly rated in reviews for "base acceptance," and this time I chose the particularly well-regarded outcall massage service, "B Yurakucho Branch." Since the quality of the therapist is crucial, the success rate isn't very high, but when it works, I deliver secretly filmed footage. This time, I was attended by M, a 47-year-old therapist. Though there was no photo of her face, she was just as rumored—a stunning, slender milf, exceeding my expectations. Before the session, I was told to change in the room, making it tricky to position the hidden camera, but I managed to capture everything perfectly. With years of experience, she seemed accustomed to mild sexual harassment, casually brushing off my erection with practiced ease. When I tightly embraced her, her delicate, slender frame couldn't escape. Struggling only intensified as I pinned her down with my weight, taking full control. Ripping off her clothes, I attacked her underwear hungrily as she resisted, but she soon started dripping wet, proving to be the type who, once turned on, can't stop. Her arousal at my forcefulness was thrilling—her beautiful muscles writhing in pleasure as my thrusts grew faster and harder. Her repeated "No, no" gradually turned into "Feels good," escalating into an intensely erotic scene where I couldn't help but want to hear her beg, "Please fuck me more."