Teen Babe Gets a Sensual Massage and a Creampie – MASSAGE2018 NoFaceGirl

Title: The Naughty Touch: An Elaborate Tale of Teasing Temptation

The camera pans down the naked body of a young woman, her flawless skin glistening under warm oil. Her name is Lila, a nubile 19-year-old with a body sculpted by the gods themselves. She lay face down on a plush massage table, her long chestnut hair fanning out around her like a silken river. Her petite feet swayed playfully, the neon pedicure on her toenails catching the light.

The masseuse, a burly hands-on type, approached the table with a look of professional courtesy. Yet beneath his casual demeanor, desire simmered. He’d been confidential about this arrangement, promising a sensual experience like no other. Little did the girl know, this was no ordinary spa service.

Strong hands grasped the oil bottle, pouring a generous amount into waiting palms. The masseuse took a deep breath, eyes drinking in the sight before him – perky breasts, narrow waist, and that delectable butt he’d be working over in due course.

Starting at the shoulders, those hands moved along skin moistened by slidering strokes. Lila moaned appreciatively, arched her back in utter bliss. He moved lower, thumbs pressing into the back of her neck. Slowly, unmistakably, migrating southwards. Soft sighs and muffled giggles echoed through the room.

“Relax,” came a deep baritone, “Let yourself go.”

Moving past the small of the back, those virtuoso fingers now kneaded and rubbed with bold intensity. The young woman felt a flicker of confusion…and perhaps something more heated. Something approving. Oh, to be touched like this by a stranger!

Those same hands strayed to her pliant ass, two globes of firm delight. They glided over the curves, caressing and exploring. He squeezed her cheeks together, thumbs tracing the line that ran between. Lila gasped sharply.

No more was he a masseuse – she could tell by the growing bulge in his pants. But her shame was overwhelmed by a rush of excitement. This was a common room to a brothel. She had no intentions of “massage” but to play the vixen. To give men pleasure, and in return receive their…

He turned Lila over. Now he loomed above her, eyes dark with lust. His fingertips traced the swell of her breasts, lower, across her stomach. Two sensual hands cupped her mound, cradling at her girlhood.every touch electrifying, Lila trembled with every exhale:

“Professional Courtesy” – a movie of tender seduction involving both the camera and body work.

Her slit, lips flushed and tender, began to glisten with more than massage oil. Her slit opened wantonly as he pressed his middle finger in, thumb strumming her clit in calculated beats. He worked his hand in and out, his wrist clicking as he took his pleasure from her body’s most intimate place.

Lila thrashed on the table, her legs opening wide as she welcomed the hand fucking her. Her other hand moved down, rubbing her clit fiercely as she felt the orgasm building inside her. ‘Yes,’ she thought through her haze of pleasure, ‘do it. Lick at my dripping twat.’

He dove face first between her thighs, tongue slithering over clit and lips, lapping up her juices. Then, in a rush he fully engulfed her sex into his mouth – tongue prodding at her opening…this couldn’t be happening, but yet it was!

Lila arched her back, pushing down to feel his nose grinding against her mound as he swallowed her whole. He sucked on her labia, French kissing her innermost parts, groaning at her taste. Two fingers, then three entered her as his tongue strangled her clit. The hand onslaught in tandem with oral satisfaction pushed her over edge. White hot ecstasy ripped through her body as she rocketed into climax.

Her muscles contracted on his pistoning fingers as she came hard in his mouth. He lapped at her freely flowing juices – Lila shuddering with each lap of his tongue, which only made her flood with more lubrication.

When her bucking subsided, he rose from between her legs, wiping saliva and cum from his chin. Lila looked at him with teary eyes, “I’ve never come so hard in my life…” she cooed, “God, you made me explode.”

Sitting astride her hips moments later, he guided his cock to her entrance. Lila could only watch with growing anticipation as his rock hard cock pressed into her pussy. His girth stretched her, making her gasp. Fully hilted, he began to thrust – slowly at first, then faster. Her pussy squeezed him ever tighter, her nails digging into his ass as he fucked her harder.

She wrapped her legs around him as he pumped into her faster still. His cock pummelled against her cervix with every stroke, causing her to shriek in naughty pleasure. “Yes…fuck me harder!” she yelled. He grabbed her thighs, nearly lifting her off the table as he shoved his cock in her molten canal – balls slapping against her clit – until with a roar, he pumped her full of his seed.

They collapsed, bodies sticky with sweat and ectsamic fluids, breathing heavy as the room slowly came back into focus.

There was no “machine behind the curtain” willing the experience into being here. The scenes taking place before the camera were real, raw, primal. This is the cinema of salacious snippets from a private world. A world accessed via a keyword, a body form, a role – and, of course, the willingness of participants to explore sensations for the delectation of voyeurs.