【六本木メンズエステ】本番成功か！？話題の神楽まどか（2)！Hカップの美ボディを堪能しました。

The pulsating beats of pulsating electronic music filled the dimly lit room as Clair assessed her client sprawled out on the massage table. Her eyes traced the contours of his toned physique, lingering on the bulge that strained against his thin towel. This was her sixth appointment with Mr. Nakamura, and she knew exactly what he was here for.

“Relax, let yourself go,” Clair cooed, her silky voice barely audible over the thumping baseline. She began to massage his shoulders, her oily hands gliding over his bare skin. Mr. Nakamura let out a soft moan, arching his back slightly as she worked out the kinks.

Over the past few weeks, their sessions had become fewer and fewer. Clair knew that soon, she would have to give him what he really wanted. But she also knew the risks involved if word got out about their little games.

Still, as her hands wandered lower down his back, grazing the edge of his towel, Clair felt a flutter of excitement. She couldn’t deny the affect this man had on her, even if it was strictly forbidden.

Clair trailed her oiled hands along the curves of his muscular thighs, feeling the anger gauting movement of muscle beneath his skin. She seesaw as his moans grew louder, more urgent. His hips began to grind into the table, seeking friction.

“Mmmm, you’re so tense,” Clair whispered, leaning in close to his ear. “Let me help you with that.”

Slowly, tantalizingly, she peeled away the towel, exposing his aroused member. Clair licked her lips at the sight of him, thick and hard, begging for her attention.

“Ahhh,” Mr. Nakamura groaned as Clair circled the tip of his cock with her thumb, spreading the bead of precum that had gathered there. “Clair, please…”

She smiled, knowing he was putty in her hands. “Shhh, don’t speak. Just relax and let me make you feel good.”

With that, Clair wrapped her small hand around his shaft, giving it a firm stroke from root to tip. Mr. Nakamura jerked in response, his hips bucking upwards. She could feel the heat radiating off his skin.

Clair picked up the pace, fisting him in long, languid strokes. Her other hand massaged his heavy balls, rolling them gently in her palm. “Mm, you’re so big and hard,” she purred appreciatively.

She could tell Mr. Nakamura was close already, his muscles tensing up as he tried to hold back. Clair leaned down and flicked her tongue out, lapping at the head of his cock. It tasted salty, musky, addictive.

“Ohhh God… Clair!” Mr. Nakamura cried out, fisting his hands in the sheets. Clair took him into her mouth, sliding her lips down his shaft until she could feel the head hitting the back of her throat.

She bobbed her head up and down, sucking hard as she used her hand to stroke what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. Clair could feel Mr. Nakamura’s cock pulsing between her lips, his grip on the sheets tightening.

With a few more quick sucks, Clair felt him explode, his hot seed shooting down her throat in thick spurts. She swallowed it all greedily, not wanting to waste a single drop.

When she finally pulled away, Mr. Nakamura was panting heavily, his chest heaving. Clair grinned down at him, wiping the corners of her mouth. “Feel better?” she asked coyly.

Mr. Nakamura could only nod, still catching his breath. Clair sanitized her hands and sat back down on the stool, crossing her long legs. “I’ll see you next week then,” she said casually, as if nothing unusual had occurred.

As Mr. Nakamura struggled to rearrange his towel and utter a goodbye, Clair watched him go, a smug smile playing on her lips. Even though their encounters were infrequent, they always left her feeling unsatisfied. There was something about Mr. Nakamura that always made her crave more.

She knew it was dangerous, that if anyone found out about their activities, both of them could lose their jobs. And God knows what kind of hit their reputations would take.

Yet, every time Clair saw his name on the appointment schedule, a thrill ran through her. Soon enough, she would have him where she wanted him – naked and at her mercy, lost to pleasure, unaware of the dangerous game they were playing.

Clair finished tidying up the room and headed back to the staff lounge. She had a few more appointments today, and then maybe she would treat herself to a nice dinner and a glass of wine. After all, being a pro was stressful work.

But for now, Clair would do what she could to keep her secret rendezvous with Mr. Nakamura hidden, even if it meant keeping her own needs on the backburner. There would be time enough for that later. For now, she just needed to keep her head down and hope for the best. **