ASIAN MASSAGE ENDS WITH A HAPPY ENDING

Title: Asian Delight: A Naughty Happy Ending

The doorbell chimed, its subtle tone echoing through the plush, dimly lit hallway. Michael, a handsome 30-something with a prowess for the finer things in life, gracefully made his way to the entrance. He opened the door to reveal the source of his impending pleasure – Yuma, a stunning Asian beauty draped in a silk robe, her raven tresses cascading over her delicate shoulders.

“Welcome,” Michael purred, his eyes roaming her lithe figure appreciatively as he stepped aside, allowing her to enter. Yuma slid past him, the subtle scent of her perfume tickling his nostrils, igniting his senses.

“Follow me,” he beckoned, leading her to the candlelit master bedroom where a plush massage table awaited. Yuma started shedding her clothes, revealing her flawless skin and sensual curves. Michael couldn’t feign disinterest as he watched, his resolve to maintain professionalism crumbling.

She lay facedown on the table, covering her body with a soft towel. Michael took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain in the role of the masseur. As his strong hands glided over her skin, Yuma let out a soft moan. Michael felt his cock twitch in his pants, his professionalism wavering.

As his hands stretched and caressed her taut muscles, Yuma turned her head towards him, her eyes laden with lust. “You’ve magic hands, Michael,” she whispered in her lilting accent. Michael smiled, reveling in the effect he had on her. His hands traveled lower, brushing against the curvature of her ass. Yuma’s breath hitched, and Michael took it as a sign to proceed.

He continued kneading her thighs, his fingers venturing inward until they brushed against her most intimate place. Yuma’s hips bucked off the table as a sensory wave crashed over her. Michael’s cock stiffened, straining against his pants. He couldn’t resist delving deeper, his fingers plundering her wetness, making her writhe beneath him.

Drunk on lust, Michael removed his shirt, revealing his chiseled physique. He then removed his pants, freeing his engorged member. Yuma’s eyes widened, then filled with hunger as she beheld his impressive size. She sat up, turning in his arms. Her small hands reached for him, grasping his pulsing shaft, stroking it with expertise.

Michael groaned, his hips bucking into her ministrations. The combination of her grip and her soft moans proved too much. With a grunt, he exploded, his hot seed spilling forth, painting Yuma’s hands and belly in a creamy release. Yuma continued stroking him, milking him for every last drop.

As Michael’s climax subsided, Yuma released him and began to clean his spend with a warm cloth. Michael watched through hooded eyes, his body humming with satisfaction. But Yuma wasn’t finished with him yet. She placed the cloth aside and climbed atop the table, spread her legs invitingly. “Now, I need my happy ending,” she purred.

And so, Michael knelt before her, burying his face in her dripping sex. He lapped at her swollen pearl, eliciting gasps and moans from the Asian siren. Yuma tangled her fingers in his hair, pushing his face deeper into her heat. Michael suckled and licked until Yuma was writhing, her thighs quivering around his head as she neared her peak.

But Yuma wanted – no, needed – to feel his hard member inside her. She pulled Michael up and wrapped her legs around his waist as he positioned himself at her entrance. With one swift thrust, he hilted himself inside her tight heat. They both groaned in unison, reveling in the feeling of raw, primal connection.

Michael began to move, pumping himself in and out of Yuma’s welcoming channel. She met his thrusts, her hips lifting off the table to take him deeper. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by their guttural moans. Yuma clutched Michael’s shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as he pounded into her.

Sweat dampened their skin, their bodies slick as they drove each other towards oblivion. Yuma’s climax built, coiling at the base of her spine. With a keening cry, she came undone, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. Her inner muscles clenched around Michael, milking his cock, urging him to fill her.

With a roar, Michael buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into Yuma’s spasming center. Their bodies shuddered together as they rode out their mutual release, their blissful cries echoing off the walls.

As the aftershocks subsided, Michael collapsed onto the table beside Yuma, both bodies glistening with the fruits of their labor. Yuma snuggled into his side, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest as they caught their breaths.

“It seems your happy ending came quite satisfactorily,” Michael teased, eliciting a soft laugh from Yuma. She lifted her head, planting a tender kiss on his lips. “Indeed, it did,” she murmured. “I look forward to repeating this exquisite experience with you again.”

And so, Michael and Yuma lay entangled, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. Little did either know that this was just the beginning of their erotic exploits together. With a massage like this, one could never hope for just a simple ending – it could only end wonderfully, deliciously, happily.