Riley Star, Luna Luxe – Swapping Massage Gets Intense Fast

The Lavish Apartment

In a lavish penthouse in the heart of the city, two beauties were hard at work, bending over backwards to help their boss’ boss. Riley Star and Luna Luxe, the most sought after masseuses in town, were there to greet their newest client with a special treatment. Little did they know, this client would change their perceptions of massage forever.

As they entered the sprawling living room, dominated by floor-to-ceiling windows, an exquisite view of the glittering cityscape greeted them. Straight ahead, lounging on an opulent sofa, lay the man they were there to pamper.

“Good evening, Mr. S-is,” Riley purred, setting her delicate hands on his shoulders from behind. “We’ve heard you had quite the long week. Let us take care of all your…tensions.”

Mr. S-is was a picture of power and wealth – his imposing frame, his designer suit, his diamond cufflinks. But as Riley’s fingers sank into his muscle, his eyelids fluttered. Luna took his hands, her touch feather-light as she worked the knots along his wrists. The tension in the air was thick, but not from stress.

Mr. S-is opened his eyes and looked at Riley over his shoulder, his gaze heavy with something far beyond gratitude. “You two are true artists,” he breathed. “Why don’t you…join me on the couch?” He patted the space beside him.

The girls shared a look, Riley’s eyes glinting with mischief, Luna’s still doe-evaluating. But curiosity got the better of them. Sitting either side of their boss, the girls began to knead their magic, their thighs pressed together in the space created by Mr. S-is’s impressive bulk.

As their hands roamed his body, Riley leaned close, her voice a sultry whisper in his ear. “You must have a lot of…pressure to release, Mr. S-is. We’re here to help with that, aren’t we Luna?” She slipped her hand beneath his jacket to trace along his collar bones.

Luna giggled, taking the other side of his neck, her nails lightly scraping his skin. “Indeed we are, Riley. It’s our purpose…to relieve tension.”

Riley’s eyes glimmered with mischief. Grabbing the massage oil, she trickled the slick liquid down his chest. Luna purred and artfully rubbed in the oil, letting her fingers linger where the silk of his shirt left off.

“Tell us how we can help,” Riley whispered, letting her fingers snake below his belt. “We want to make sure…all your needs are met.” Her voice was honey and poison, a delicious combination of professionalism and promise.

A rumbling sound came from Mr. S-is’s chest, like a seething engine. Riley felt his girth twitch beneath her touch. She stroked faster, knowing the power of her touch.

Luna took over now, urging Riley back as she outlined the pronounced bulge at the apex of his thighs. “Relax, Mr. S-is,” she cooed. “We’ll take care of everything.”
She unzipped his fly, her slender hand tracing the steel of his length as if appreciating fine art. Riley joined the act now, one hand atop Luna’s.

Together, they worked, their fingers caressing, squeezing, coaxing him to escalating tension. Cresting upon the wave and diving into the depths of ecstasy, Mr. S-is reached his peak. But the girls were ready, urging his release with practiced touches and lush lips.

As he spurted, gasping, into the soft flesh of Luna’s waiting mouth, Riley felt a thrill travel through her. This was power. This was pleasure. And they were just getting started.

Luna, with a wicked grin, took Riley’s hand, interlacing their fingers. “Our work here is done – for now.” She winked, making it clear the night had only just begun.

Together, they knelt before him, a united front of beauty and allure. “This is just round one,” Riley purred. “Shall we move this to the bedroom?”

Mr. S-is could only nod, lost in their spell of seduction. And as they led him to his decadent boudoir, Riley and Luna shared another glance, a silent question passing between them.

Who would be the lucky lady to claim what remained of his desire? Only one way to find out.