Full body to body and prostate massage with anal and blowjob happy ending and pussy licking

In the dimly lit massage parlor, the air thick with the scent of essential oils, a couple took their places on the plush massage tables. The woman, a stunning beauty with flowing raven hair and almond-shaped eyes, clad in a sheer robe that did little to conceal her curves. The man, tall and toned, his chiseled features softening into a smile as he gazed upon his companion.

The massage therapist, a lithe young woman with a disarming smile and deft hands, glided between them, her touch light as a feather as she retrieved her massage oils. She took her place behind the woman, her fingers slick with fragrant oil as she began to work the tension from the client’s muscles.

As her hands moved lower, tracing the dip of her spine, the woman’s breath hitched. The therapist’s motions were economical, graceful, but beneath the surface, there was a current of forbidden intent. Her fingertips brushed the edge of the woman’s palpitating flesh, eliciting a gasp, and the massage turned. It was no longer simply a service, but a dance, as old as time itself.

The therapist fixed her attention on the man, her hands working in tandem, kneading the firm globes of his ass. Her fingers brushed his puckered entrance, curiosity sparking her touch. The man’s hips canted back, wordlessly inviting her to explore further. With a slicked digit, she teased the sensitive ring of muscle, her other hand stroking his rigid shaft in a stroke of bold sensuality.

The woman watched, transfixed, as the therapist’s hands worked their magic. Her own hands moved to her aching breasts, palming the weight through the sheer fabric of her robe. The therapist’s eyes flicked to her, the flash of approval in her gaze acting as a green light.

The therapist’s finger delved deeper, stroking over that bundle of nerves that had the man arching off the table. Her free hand cupped his heavy sac, rolling the weight in her palm. The woman’s fingers ventured beneath her robe, parting her slick folds as she watched the impossible intimacy unfold before her.

The therapist read the visual cues, her own breath quickening as she shed her robe. She settled between the man’s thighs, her tongue replacing her fingers as she traced the cleft of his ass. The man shuddered, his cock jerking in her hand as her tongue breached him, never relenting in its deep, sensual thrusts.

The woman watched, her fingers flying over her clit as the therapist ate his ass like it was her last meal. The therapist’s free hand found the woman’s foot, massaging the tension from her sole. When their eyes met, the air between them crackled with unspoken desire.

The therapist shifted, her tongue flicking over the woman’s inner thigh, dipping teasingly close to her weeping core. The woman’s hands fisted in the sheet, her body writhing as the therapist’s tongue painted a path of liquid fire up her leg.

Just as the therapist closed in on her dripping pussy, the man’s cock pulsed in her hand, a flood of hot seed erupting from his slit. The woman cried out, her own orgasm ripping through her as the therapist captured her swollen clit between her lips, suckling deeply.

The therapist reluctantly released them, her eyes glazed with lust. She settled between the woman’s thighs, her tongue lapping at the intimate folds with deep, open-mouthed kisses. The woman’s fingers threaded through the therapist’s hair, holding her close as she rode out the waves of her climax.

When both clients had found their release, the therapist shifted back onto her knees, her face glistening with the evidence of her oral prowess. She rose fluidly to her feet, her lithe form a study of sensual grace.

She leaned down, her lips brushing the woman’s ear as she spoke. “That was just the beginning,” she whispered, her breath hot against the woman’s skin. “Next time, I’ll take my time with you.”

The woman shivered at the promise in the therapist’s words, anticipation already building for their next encounter. She watched as the therapist retrieved her robe, her body aching for more of her touch.

As the couple dressed and left the massage room, the therapist leaned back against the door, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of her mouth. Another happy ending, another promise of future pleasure fulfilled. In this temple of indulgence, the path to pleasure was clear and the therapist’s hands would guide them along, every step of the way.