(FullVideoCum) American milf goes to the masseur for pain. This perverted masseur takes

Title: “Seductive Touch: The Masseur’s Naughtysecret”

The plush spa was dimly lit, filled with the soft scent of essential oils and eucalyptus.asan
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In the quiet sanctuary, a handsome masseur named Liam was preparing his treatment room for his next client. He had heard rumors about her – a stunning MILF with a body that couldn’t be tamed. His heart raced at the thought of his hands all over her curves.

There was a knock at the door, and in walked a stunning woman in her late thirties. She had long, chestnut hair cascading down her back, full, pouty lips, and piercing hazel eyes that seemed to undress him with one glance.

“Welcome, I’m Liam. I’ll be your masseur today,” he said, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness.

“Lovely,” she purred, unzipping her dress to reveal a lacy black teddy that hugged her body like a second skin. “I’m Vanessa.”

Liam gulped, trying not to let his eyes wander too much. He guided her to the massage table, covering her with a warm towel.

“Today, we’ll focus on deep tissue work to relieve tension,” he explained, lubricating his hands with heated massage oil. “Let me know if the pressure is too much.”

As he began to work, his hands gliding over her skin, he felt her muscles beginning to relax. However, Liam couldn’t deny the growing stiffness in his own pants as he kneaded the supple flesh of her thighs.

Vanessa let out a soft moan, wiggling against the table. “That feels incredible,” she breathed.

Liam continued moving up her body, his fingers leaving trails of heated oil in their wake. He grazed the edge of her breast through the thin lace, delighting in the way her nipple pebbled beneath his touch.

“That’s not part of the regular massage,” Vanessa said, her voice laced with desire.

Liam hesitated for just a moment before surrendering to the darkest corners of his imagination. “Would you like me to stop?” he asked, even as his fingers traced the swell of her bottom.

“Don’t you dare,” she hissed, arching her back in invitation.

Hooking his fingers in her panties, Liam peeled the flimsy fabric down her long, lean legs. He drank in the sight of her round, perfectly sculpted ass, the globes bouncing as she shifted to help him remove her underwear.

Fisting his throbbing cock, Liam pressed the tip against her slick folds, relishing in the wet heat that greeted him. With one hard thrust, he bottomed out inside her, groaning at the way her walls clamped down around him.

“Yes, just like that,” Vanessa gasped, rocking back to meet his deep strokes.

Liam fucked her hard and fast, his balls slapping against her clit with each powerful lunge. He drew his fingers through her dripping slit, conflicting stimulation heightening her pleasure.

“Look at you, just a dirty girl who loves getting fucked piston style,” Liam growled, feeling her tremble on the verge of climax.

“Ngh! Yes, fuck me harder, I’m so close!” she wailed, lost to the intense sensations racking her body.

With a loud groan, Liam hammered into her, seconds away from exploding. He smacked her ass, the sharp sting spurring her toward release.

Working her clit furiously, Liam felt her unreasonable grip milk his dick, driving his orgasm from him in heavy spurts. He painted her walls with his seed, growling filthy praise against her ear.

Exhausted, Liam collapsed onto the table next to her, chest heaving. He watched as Vanessa collected his cum on her fingers and brought them to her lips.

“Mmm,” she hummed, sucking his essence clean. “I think I’ll need a follow-up appointment.”

Liam smirked at her. “I’ll pencil you in.”

They cleaned up, both feeling dazed by what had just occurred. As Vanessa dressed and stepped out of the room, Liam knew he’d never look at his work the same way again.

He flashed a secret grin, adjusting his throbbing erection. Deep down, he knew massaging MILFs would be his biggest selling point from now on – and he had no intention of refraining.