Bikini Massage With 8 Busty Girls.intimate Session Cowgirl Full Course.-5

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Title: “Busty Bikini Bliss: A Massage Parlor Escapade

Upon entering the exotic massage parlor, the pungent aroma of incense and jasmine filled the air. The dim lighting cast an erotic ambiance throughout the room, where eight voluptuous beauties lounged on plush sofas, their barely concealed bodies hinting at the tantalizing delights that awaited.

I was greeted by the prime attraction, a raven-haired siren with alabaster skin and lips as red as sin itself. Her skimpy bikini left little to the imagination, the fabric straining against her ample bosom. “Welcome to our exclusive cowgirl full course,” she purred, her velvety tongue running along her plump lips. “I’m Yumi, and I’ll be your personal guide to paradise.”

Leading me to a private room, Yumi softly closed the door behind us. The king-sized bed dominated the space, its silken sheets inviting passage to another realm. A side table held an array of erotic massage oils, each with its own alluring scent.

Yumi had me lay face down on the bed, the satin against my skin igniting goosebumps across my body. She first massaged my shoulders, her strong yet tender hands melting away the stresses of the day. Slowly, she moved down my back, the warmth of her body settling between my legs.

The first touch of the massage oil sent shockwaves through my system. The rich jasmine scent filled my nostrils as she rubbed it into my skin, her breasts brushing against my back. I gasped as her hands firmly kneaded the muscles of my lower back, the erotic pressure an exquisite torture.

Reaching the small of my back, Yumi paused, trailing her fingers along the edge of my boxers. I felt my body tense in anticipation, but she merely tugged the fabric up, revealing my newly oil-coated buttocks. She embarked upon a slow, sensual massage, her fingers diving between the globes, teasing and taunting.

Turning me over, Yumi straddled my waist, rubbing her oiled-up breasts against my chest. The slick sensation and the proximity of her most intimate parts to my throbbing member was almost too much to bear. She leaned in, her heated breath caressing my ear. “I’m going to give you the ultimate cowgirl ride,” she whispered. “Hold on tight.”

With lithe grace, Yumi raised herself up and slowly sank down onto my shaft. The sensation of her wet heat enveloping me was indescribable. She started to move, her hips gyrating with an ancient rhythm, ancient in origin yet uniquely her own.

I glanced up at her from the pillow, her face transported in an expression of erotic ecstasy. Her breasts bounced freely with each roll of her hips. I reached up to cup them, savoring the weight of them in my palms, the hardening of her nipples against my skin. Yumi moaned, increasing her pace, the bedsprings creaking in harmony with her thrusts.

Leaning down, she sucked my earlobe into her mouth, nibbling lightly, a counterpoint to the deep thrusts of her hips. The Throughout much of our lovemaking, the lacy fabric of her bikini remained in place, a constant, undeniable reminder of her teasing modesty. However, with an effortless motion she stripped it away, supporting her busty breasts with her hands. I glimpsed the wondrous curves I had only imagined and felt the heat between her legs rising.

Yumi arched her back, meeting my increasingly powerful thrusts. Her nails raked down my chest as she cried out in release. The sensation of her pulsing around me proved too much to resist, and I too tumbled over the edge into sweet oblivion.

As we lay entwined, catching our breath, Yumi leaned over to plant a tender kiss on my forehead. “That was just the beginning,” she promised. “Next up, my sisters will be coming for their turns.”

Seven pairs of feet padded in, each of the remaining women carrying a different colored massage oil. They descended on the bed like a group of avenging angels, an eight-breasted army of pleasure.

The one with the golden tan and a bikini so small it seemed possible to fold it into a postage stamp bent over me, offering her dripping center to my waiting mouth. I reciprocated her generous gift, burying my tongue in her folds, savoring her sweet flavor. The briny taste of the ocean pervaded my senses as I licked and suckled, my tongue sliding deep into her core.

She found her release against my mouth and was replaced by another. This Asian beauty wore a bikini top so small, it barely covered her nipples. She lowered herself onto my face, riding my tongue to her own shattering climax. They came to me in waves, their bodies primal instruments of pleasure as they greedily consumed my attention and affection.

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