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In the sultry, dimly lit back room of a seedy spa, a voluptuous Spanish beauty named Medusa lounged on a massage table, her alluring curves glistening with baby oil. Her ample,naked breasts heaved with each tantalizing breath as the camera panned down her toned midriff, rested on her bare, unshaven pussy, and drifted back up to focus on her feline face framed by tumbling raven locks.

A thin, muscular man with a distinctive European accent entered, his eyes fixated on Medusa’s nubile form. “Mmmm, such a delectable treat you are,” he purred, beginning to massage her inner thigh, inching closer to her wet, twitching sex. “You must be quite tense to need such, er, thorough treatment.”

Medusa moaned, arching her back to expose her rounded buttocks and tempting bottom lips. “You have no idea,” she sighed, “My body cries out for your touch.”

The masseur chuckled throatily, his strong hands kneading and stroking her flesh as he walked his fingers up her thighs. “Do not fret, mi amor. I shall milk every possible pleasure from your supple form.”

He straddled the table and crouched over her prone figure, raining kisses and bites along her neck until she quivered. Medusa writhed beneath him, her full breasts jiggling and laving his chest. Desperate for more sensation, she grabbed two handfuls of his hair and pulled his mouth down to her aching nipples.

“That’s right,” he encouraged, flicking his tongue over her rosy peaks. “Let the fire between your thighs consume you.” He continued his sensual assault, stroking her chocolate folds until she gushed and begged for his touch higher.

Medusa arched her spine as the man’s sinful fingers delved into her slick passage, skimming over her sensitive spots until she bucked and cried out. “Please, more!” she keened. “I need you inside me!”

“Ah, mi amor, first I must attend to your every pleasure.” His clever digits circled her throbbing clit while his other hand reached lower to slip one finger in her puckered starburst. Medusa nearly screamed from the dual stimulation, as he pumped and probed until she shattered with a ragged moan, splashing her release onto his hand.

Blinking the haze of lust from her eyes, the Latino temptress had a new idea. Hooking her legs around the masseur’s lean frame, she easily flipped them over until she sat astride his hips, his rigid cock trapped between her slick pussy lips. Medusa licked her lush lips while rolling her hips, driving the man to distraction with her slick heat.

She dragged her feline claws down his taut torso until they reached his jutting erection. Curling her palm around his throbbing shaft, she squeezed and stroked him until he thrust up into her welcoming grip. “I think you’re ready for your treatment,” she purred, aligning his engorged tip with her entrance.

With excruciating slowness, Medusa sank down his hefty length until his pubic bone kissed her mound. She savored his thickness stretching her tight channel with a long, throaty moan. Once adjusted to his girth, she began an undulating dance that made them both gasp and writhe.

The Spanish minx rode him with out-and-out ferocity, her full curve bouncing and gyrating in a carnal show. Her generous breasts heaved with the force of each pump of her hips. Glancing down, she met the masseur’s darkened gaze and smirked. Reaching back, she spread her ass cheeks wider to accept two slick fingers plunging in her rear as she bounced.

“Fuck, si, mas!” She threw her head back and undulated wildly, her nubile flesh rippling in the oil-laden air as she fingered both holes. Her inner muscles clenching along his shaft made him roar to the ceiling with his impending release. Knowing he was on the edge, Medusa slammed down one last time and screamed in ecstasy, drowning his cock in her rapture.

The man couldn’t hold back a moment longer. With a faltering moan, he thrust up hard and shot thick ropes of cum deep into her pussy, coating her sensitive walls until she shivered from the intensity. They collapsed into each other’s arms, tremors wracking their sated forms, as they panted from their strenuous coupling.

The scene faded into Medusa stretched out on the massage table, sweat and oil mingling as she lay boneless in satisfaction. The masseur propped on his elbows over her, mouths capturing in a voracious kiss, sealing a passionate summer fling. The screen rolled to black as the lovers promised to continue their oil-soaked trysts, and one day soon find out if the masseur could really milk Medusa’s ass. The End.