Happy Ending Massage – LOTS OF CUM
The Naughty, Slippery Ride of the Happy Ending Massage
Oh, the anticipation and anointing that comes with a happy ending massage! Today’s peculiar delight is none other than the viral sensation, “Happy Ending Massage – LOTS OF CUM.” Just the title alone promised a king’s ransom of salacious delights, all masterfully captured in a 2018 homemade video by the tantalizing duo, Haighlee Dallas and her skilled masseuse.
The scene opens like a bodice ripper, with Haighlee sprawled gloriously on the massage table, draped with a thin robe that can barely contain her ample assets. Her sinuous body is at the mercy of her he-man masseuse, who is splendidly shirtless, exhibiting a taut torso and ropey muscles. They exchange a smoldering gaze before the ritual commences.
The boisterous businessman needing to loosen up his tight muscles and rejuvenate his spirit faces many woes. One, his muscles are like the knots in a rigging of the Titanic. Two, his mind is as troubled as the markets every Monday. Three, his libido is Flag Day low. Looks like it’s going to be a long day at the workplace. Enter Haighlee, his sexy savior. “How about a nice rubdown, babe?” she croons, batting those pretty lashes. “It will definitely relax you. And perhaps make you… happy, in the end.” She winks, massaging some magic cream all over his life-sized anatomy.
Hell! Nothing makes a man happier than a hot woman rubbing her naked body all over his. Wait, what? That’s not his naked body. Seems like the customer service is far more personal than he had bargained for. Authentic ash stirred someplace deep inside him. Holy shit! The seductive Haighlee was his assigned angel now. Her hands were fabulous, roving and kneading everywhere that hurts. His flab from extreme deadlines, his aching back from slouching at the desk, his tight neck of incurably poor posture. She tends to every vexation skillfully.
Then, she kneads him down further, a mere memory of kneading. Below his belt, she tends to his most ignored groin, paying attention to every bump and grind, stroking it nicely. Her fingers dance an intricate back rub which causes an uncontrollable rigidity in the front that rival many iron girders. When she finally unravels his towel, it feels like unwrapping a present, a big unwrapped present. He groans, his member doing cartoonish scenarios of bursting out of his boxers.
Just when the massage is tubing into a bukakke blowout, in rolls his wife! Hooo-boy, she is not amused. If you have ever seen Lou Ferrigno angry, you know the wrath of a woman scorned times 5000. He is running for cover, dressed in only a slippery towel that barely grazes his nether region. The massage table is flipped and the masseuse is out on her lovely underwear by the time she finishes scolding him. She marches into her office, pointing at him, delivering the death stare that says ‘buddy, you ain’t never touchin’ me again’. He shrinks back meekly, like a puppy who knows his days are numbered.
This appointment doesn’t end happily after all. The excitement of hauling off the happy ending massage pronto is being rewarded with a quickly ending marriage. Clearly, the masseuse needs to review her appointment schedules, and this client most definitely needs a designated driver, one with a strong constitution to keep him in line. Poor fella. And to think sweet Haighlee got away with a spanking for her transgressions. The joys of lesbian marriages!
If you want to be that luckless sap, forever captioning the erotic musings of sweet Haighlee Dallas massage videos, you better get a few things checked off your platter first. Sinuses examined. Relationship polished. Blood pressure under control. And make sure your producer is hyped up to the gills with hair gel. Because in the world of erotica, only god knows what’s coming next.
