Beautiful Girl Sex With Old Masseur In Japanese Massage
Title: The Secret Voyeur Hunts for more Naughty N unuiities at the Japanese Massage Parlor
His eyes widened as he crept closer, peeking through the slats of the wooden screen. Inside the small, dimly lit room, the flickering light of a candle cast a soft glow. A beautiful young woman lay face down on a low massage table, her naked body glistening with massage oil.
The masseur, a middle-aged Japanese man with wiry hair and a pot belly, expertly worked his hands along her supple curves. His rough fingers kneaded the flesh of her toned shoulders and back, pausing to pinch at a particularly stubborn knot. She let out a soft sigh of pleasure, her face buried in the face cradle.
From his crouched position, the voyeur could see that she had a truly stunning body. Rounded hips, a taut bottom, and pendulous, braless breasts that swayed ever so slightly with each breath. Her pubic mound was trimmed neatly, drawing the eye down to the enticing junction of her legs.
The masseur continued his work, his hands drifting lower to massage her lower back and then her pert bottom. She stirred slightly and made a small murmur, but did not protest. Instead, she seemed to arch subtly into his touch.
Emboldened, the masseur allowed his hands to roam further. He grasped her cheeks, kneading and separating them. Despite the shadows, the voyeur glimpsed the pink folds of her sex, glistening with moisture. She was clearly aroused by this forbidden massage.
Suddenly, the masseur leaned in closer, his face nearly touching the woman’s quivering bottom. He extended his tongue and gave her a long, slow lick – from her perineum all the way up to her anus. She gasped and squirmed, but still did not cry out.
The voyeur felt his own arousal growing as he watched this lewd scene unfold. Seeing the stem, meticulous masseur debasing himself like a lust-crazed animal filled him with base excitement. He wanted to see more.
The masseur pulled away and urged the woman onto her back. She complied reluctantly, her cheeks flushed and her nipples erect. He began to massage her breasts, cupping their weight in his hands and circling her areolae with his thumbs. She bit her lip to stifle a moan.
Lowering his head, he locked his lips around one puckered bud and sucked hard. She cried out, her back arching. His hands drifted back to her hips and pubic mound, kneading wantonly as he moved his mouth from one breast to the other.
Impatiently, he began to dip a finger between her legs, stroking her slit and circling her sensitive nub. She whimpered and spread her thighs wider, begging him with her body not to stop. He slid one finger inside her tight heat, then two, pumping in and out as his thumb strummed her clit.
Her moans grew louder and more urgent, filling the small room. He worked her body expertly, reading her responses and hitting her sweet spots until she was writhing beneath him. Reaching deep, he found that special place and pressed down hard.
She seized up, her toes curling, as an intense orgasm surged through her. Her back bent up off the table and she screamed, shaking with the force of it. The masseur did not let up, milking every last sensation from her body until she collapsed back, limp and glistening with sweat.
He straightened up, clearly satisfied with his handiwork. Gathering his robe, he exited the room without a backward glance. The voyeur shrank back behind the screen, heart pounding.
Wow. He had hoped for something a little edgy, a little naughty, but the masseur had truly outdone himself. The woman had been a student there, seeking relief from her studies. She’d gotten more than she bargained for, but the hungry shine in her eye as she left the room told the voyeur she’d be back for more.
With any luck, the masseur would allow him to witness her next visit. The old voyeur already had his fingers crossed, not to mention several other body parts twitching eagerly. Hidden cameras in massage parlors, now there was a hobby he could really get excited about.
