Mireille's grip on the sheets turned tighter as she told herself she could let it just happen quietly.

She did not want to open her eyes and look at Dante, fearing that he would see it in her eyes that she was about to cum to his massage.

Just then, a phone rang and Mireille jolted. Her legs slipped out of Dante's grip instantly and her eyes opened.

Dante looked at the phone that had just rang, it was Mireille's phone. He felt the urge to pick the phone and smash it against ...