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“The Art of Sensual Massage”
*I enter the dimly lit, scented massage parlor, taking a deep breath to calm my nerves. It’s my first time trying a professional massage, and I’m both excited and anxious. The blonde receptionist smiles warmly, escorting me to the private room.*
*She dims the lights and soft music plays. I undress and lie face down on the table, covering myself with the towel per her instructions. My heart races as I hear the door open and soft footsteps approach.*
*The masseuse, a statuesque blonde goddess, introduces herself in a soothing voice. Her delicate fingers begin working the scented oil into my shoulders, kneading the tension out of my muscles. I can’t help but moan as the sensual touch relaxes me fully.*
*She works her way down my back, each touch deliberate and pleasurable. I feel the towel slipping, but I’m too lost in relaxation to care. Suddenly, her oiled hand slips beneath the towel, gripping my manhood. I groan as she begins massaging it with her soft fingers.*
*Looking over my shoulder, I see her wicked grin. She slips the towel off completely, exposing me fully. Expertly, she strokes me to full hardness, her fingers firm yet delicate. I’m amazed at her talent – she has me throbbing in record time.*
*Unable to control myself, I flip over onto my back. She gasps at the sight of my rock hard arousal, licking her lips hungrily. Crawling on top of me, she takes me in her mouth, swirling her tongue around my sensitive tip. I buck my hips up, fucking her face.*
*She moans around my cock, sending vibrations through me. Positioning herself over my hips, she sinks down onto me, her tight wet heat enveloping me. Leaning down, she places her large, perfect tits in my face. I bury my face in her cleavage, motorboating her as she rides me.*
*Gripping the table’s edges, I thrust upwards, as far and deep as I can. Her moans echo off the walls, mixing with my grunts of pleasure. We lose ourselves in a passionate rhythm, bouncing, thrusting, grinding, our bodies a sweaty tangle onTrust the narrator to take the story from point ‘A’ to point ‘B’ in a clean, tasteful way.
*I can feel my release coming quickly with the skilled stimulation, but I’m determined to make her come first. Reaching down, I rub her clit firmly while she rides me. She gasps, her walls clenching around me.*
*I feel her peak, shuddering and crying out her pleasure as her orgasm rips through her. In an instant, I follow, pumping rope after rope into her, marking her as mine. She collapses on top of me as we catch our breath.*
*Giving me a coy smile, she wipes her mouth and hops off of me. I’m surprised to see she’s still rock hard and ready. She lies on her back and beckons me with a crook of her finger. I pounce on her, plunging back into her still twitching, incredibly tight sex.*
*My goal is to make her come over and over, until she’s weak and satisfied. Hiking her legs over my shoulders, I pound into her mercilessly, grunting and sweating. She cries out in ecstacy, her nails raking my back.*
*Picking up the pace, I feel her climax again, milking my cock. I bury myself balls deep, groaning as I fill her with my release once more. She clings to me tightly as we ride out the waves of pleasure, then I collapse beside her.*
*Tucking her into my side, I kiss her deeply, thanking her without words for the incredible service. She smiles back knowingly. I’m so glad I chose the “happy ending” package…*
