WETVR Asian Massage Slut Has Special Milking Skills VR

Title: “WetVR’s Lulu Chu: The Massage Parlor Milker in VR”

Imagine stepping into a bustling Oriental massage parlor, the sweet aroma of jasmine tea and essential oils wafting through the air. The dim lighting and soft ambient music create a soothing ambiance, giving you the sense that you’re about to embark on a magical journey of touch and sensation. As you take a seat in the lavishly decorated waiting room, a stunning, petite Asian beauty saunters in, her silky Roberts robe clinging to her delicate curves, her almond-shaped eyes twinkling mischievously.

“Ah, you must be Mr. Johnson, our newest client,” she purrs, her voice like honey dripping from a spoon. “I’m Lulu, and I’ll be your massage therapist today. Please, follow me.”

As you trail behind her luscious, perfect behind, you can’t help but let your eyes wander. Her hair is pulled back into a high ponytail, accentuating her porcelain skin and slender neck. The thin robe does little to conceal her nakedness beneath, and you catch glimpses of her small, perky breasts and the cute banana clip holding her tiny black thong in place.

Lulu leads you to a private room, the centerpiece being a luxurious massage table draped in crisp white linens. She has you strip down to your boxers, and as soon as she slides a thin strap off her slender shoulder, her flimsy robe falls to the floor, revealing her nubile body in all its glory.

“Please, lie face down,” she instructs, her sultry tones sending shivers down your spine. As you comply, she begins to knead your back, her hands strong yet tender, “rolling out the knots and stress from your muscles. Soon, she’s methodically worked her way down to your glutes and thighs, her fingers lingering just a tad too long in certain areas.

A sudden “Oops!” tumbling from her full lips, followed by a giggle, and you feel her nimble fingers sliding under the waistband of your boxers. Before you can react, she’s freed your stiffening cock from its cotton prison, and she begins to skillfully stroke it with lotion-slick hands.

“That’s it, Mr. Johnson,” she coos, her grip tightening as your shaft thickens and lengthens. “Just relax and enjoy my special milking techniques.” Her fingers dance along your shaft, coaxing forth a bead of precum that she spreads across your engorged head. Then, she positions herself between your thighs, and without preamble, wraps her succulent lips around your cock and begins to suck.

You let out a low groan as her tongue swirls around your sensitive flesh, her head bobbing up and down as she takes you deeper into her warm, wet mouth. Her small hand pumps what she can’t fit, her pace growing more urgent, more intense. You’ve never felt anything like it – her technique is incredible.

Before you can reach the brink, she releases you, moving up to straddle your back. “I’m not finished milking you yet,” she whispers salaciously into your ear. You feel her hot cunt grinding against your ass, the slickness of her arousal dripping onto your skin. The urge to turn over and bury yourself inside of her is almost overwhelming, but you grit your teeth and remain still.

Lulu continues her depraved massage, fingers delving into every crevice, stroke stimulating a new erogenous zone. Then, with a wicked chuckle, she flips you over onto your back. You feel your rock-hard erection jutting up obscenely from your body, the head a deep, angry purple. Lulu looks at it hungrily, licking her lips.

She needs no further invitation, straddling your hips and angling your cock at the entrance to her weeping pussy. In one smooth motion, she impales herself on your thick shaft, crying out as you stretch her tight walls. You grab her hips, instinctively trying to drive into her, but she bats your hands away.

“No, let me do all the work,” she purrs, rising up until just the tip remains inside, then slamming back down. She begins to ride you hard and fast, her perky tits bouncing enticingly as she gazes at you with hooded, lustful eyes.

Sweat mists her porcelain skin as she fucks you, her pace growing more erratic as her impending orgasm approaches. You feel your balls tighten, knowing you’re just as close. She leans down, her stiff nipples grazing your chest, and kisses you deeply, her tongue invading your mouth and inciting your own.

With a hitch of her breath, she murmurs, “Cum for me, Mr. Johnson. Give me your hot, sticky jizz. Fucking fill me up with it.”

With a roar, you let go, your cock jerking and pulsing as it pumps what feels like a gallon of thick, creamy seed directly into her fertile little womb. Lulu cries out in ecstasy, her cunt clenching and unclenching around you as her own be. Her fluids soak your pubic hair and thighs, the sticky mess adding to your mutual satisfaction. Finally, spent, you both collapse onto the sweat-dampened sheets, sheathe inside her, just savoring the afterglow.

Eventually, she disentangles herself and sits up, sensually stretching like a cat. “Wasn’t that a wonderful, therapeutic massage?” she asks, tone brimming with innuendo. She tidies herself up, slipping back into her robe and giving you a seductive wink before sauntering out.

But before she exits, Lulu pauses, turning back to you with a wicked grin. “And don’t worry Mr. Johnson, your session is far from over. We have sooo many more techniques to get you slack…”

The door closes behind her, leaving you dazed, dripping, and completely enticed by the promise of what’s to come. The virtual reality of WetVR is just getting started!