Eingeölte Frau nach der Massage gefickt

The oil dripped down the curves of her back, glistening under the warm glow of the massage room’s soft lighting. She had come for a relaxing massage, but little did she know that it would be the start of a naughty adventure. The therapist’s hands began to work their magic, kneading the tension from her shoulders.

“What brings you here today?” the therapist asked, her voice smooth as honey.

“Just needed to unwind,” the woman replied, savoring the sensations of being touched.

As the massage continued, the therapist’s hands gradually drifted lower and lower, tracing the woman’s spine with gentle pressure. The woman felt a shiver run down her core, a growing warmth in her loins. She couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as the therapist’s hands massaged her lower back. The therapist’s fingers brushed against the sides of her ass, and the woman squirmed, her body responding to the delicate touch.

The massage continued like this, the therapist either oblivious or encouraging the growing tension between them. Finally, the woman couldn’t take anymore. “Is there something I can do for you?” she whispered, looking back at the therapist over her shoulder.

The therapist smiled, a glint in her eye. “Well, I noticed that you seem a bit… tense. Down there,” she said, gesturing discreetly towards the woman’s lady parts. “I know just the thing.”

The woman bit her lip, feeling conflicted. She hadn’t expected this, but the ache between her legs was becoming impossible to ignore. “I… I think I’d like that,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper.

The therapist wasted no time. She poured more oil onto her hands and began to massage the woman’s inner thighs, working her way up. The woman gasped as the therapist’s fingers brushed against her already dripping lips. She couldn’t believe how wet she was, how desperately she needed more.

The therapist wasted no time in providing what the woman craved. She massaged the woman’s clit with gentle strokes, occasional pressing into it with her thumb. The woman moaned almost immediately, her hips bucking up against the therapist’s touch. “Oh god, yes,” she panted, her mind going blank with pleasure.

The therapist continued her ministrations, bringing the woman closer and closer to the edge with each stroke. She moaned as she was penetrated by a finger, then two. The therapist worked her like a pro, curling her fingers just right. The woman cried out in ecstasy as her orgasm hit, her walls clenching around the therapist’s fingers.

But the therapist wasn’t done yet. She moved up by the woman’s face and shoved her pussy into her face. The woman looked up at the glistening folds before her with a lustful grin. “You want to taste me?” the therapist asked confidently.

The woman didn’t hesitate this time. She dove in, lapping at the therapist’s pussy like a woman possessed. She relished the taste of the sweet nectar, the feeling of the slick flesh against her tongue. The therapist grunted in satisfaction as she felt the woman’s tongue delve deeper into her, teasing her sensitive spots.

They continued like this for what felt like hours, exploring each other’s bodies and giving each other mind-blowing pleasure. The woman had never felt so satisfied, so sated. And as they finally collapsed, spent and sweaty, she knew she would be back for more.

In the days that followed, the woman and therapist continued their steamy affair. Each time the woman came in for a massage, the therapist took her to new heights of pleasure. She taught her new positions, new ways to enjoy each other’s bodies. The woman became addicted to their games, to the feeling of being wanted, needed.

But one day, as the therapist was licking her folds, the woman hesitated. “Is this… are we okay?” she asked, suddenly concerned. “I mean, is this professional behavior?”

The therapist looked up, her eyes dark with lust. “This is just the start,” she purred. “And you’re going to love every minute of it.”

The woman felt a shiver of nervousness, but it was quickly drowned out by the waves of pleasure the therapist’s tongue was sending through her body. She knew she was playing with fire, but the taboo thrill of it all was too good to resist.

So she let herself go, giving in to the naughty pleasure of the massage. And as the therapist’s hands worked their magic on her once more, she knew she had found something special. Something that would keep her coming back for more. And that was just fine by her.