(FullVideoCum)This 19yo girl goes to the masseur because she has a contracture and ends up fucking

As the salon door jingled shut, 19-year-old Nadia stepped into the dimly lit massage parlor, her auburn hair swaying with each step. The scent of lavender and sandalwood filled the air, sofortige Entgleisung between relaxation and sensuality. She approached the reception desk where a maturo, handsome man greeted her with a warm smile.

“Welcome. How can I assist you today?” he asked, his rich voice washing over her like honey.

“I…I have this contracture in my neck,” Nadia gestured to her shoulder, her fingers brushing the soft skin of her bare collarbone. “I was hoping you could work out the kink.”

The man’s gaze flicked to her ample cleavage peeking out from her low-cut top, lingering just a moment too long. “Of course. Right this way, señorita.”

He led her through the beige hallway to a private room. Nadia noticed his strong hands, capable and caring. Inside, she changed into a flaunting robe, tying it loosely around her waist. The fabric clung to her curves, hinting at the lush figure underneath.

Settling face down on the massage table, Nadia felt the man’s hands glide over her shoulders, his touch featherlight yet insistent. Slowly, he worked out the tension in her muscles, his fingers kneading and prodding, triggering waves of pleasure that rippled beneath her skin.

“Mmm, eso se siente bien,” she purred, her lashes fluttering shut.

The man’s hands trailed lower, dipping into the valley between her shoulder blades. Nadia’s body temperature rose, a flush creeping up her neck. She squirmed on the table, the thin robe riding up her thighs. The masseur seemed oblivious, but she swore she could feel his breath ghosting over the back of her neck.

Emboldened, Nadia drew in a shaky breath and arched her back slightly, the fabric slipping lower. “I’ve never had a massage before. Is this how you do it…all over?”

“¿Deberíamos tratar? Lo que sea que te haga sentir bien,” he replied, his voice a low rumble.

His hands skirted the swell of her ass, fingertips brushing the lace of her panties. Nadia’s heart raced, adrenaline surging through her veins. In a bold move, she shimmied out of the robe and kicked it aside, baring her smooth skin to his hungry gaze.

“Touch me,” she whimpered, needy and wanton. “I want to feel…”

The man wasted no time, gifting her supple flesh with worshipful caresses. He traced her spine with wet kisses, nipping at the curve of her shoulder. Nadia turned in his arms, pressing her lips to his in a searing kiss that left them both breathless.

Sliding his hands into her hair, he deepened the embrace, his tongue delving into her mouth, tasting her gasps. Nadia wound her fingers around his wrist, guiding his hand between her thighs. She was slick and ready, his touch igniting bolts of electricity through her core.

“Please,” she begged shamelessly, grinding against his palm.

Stripping away the last of their clothing, the man positioned himself between her legs, his hard length bobbing against her thigh. Nadia hooked her ankles around his waist, drawing him closer. She needed him, craved the feel of him inside her.

“Tómame,” she whispered, “Fuck me hard.”

He didn’t hesitate, burying himself to the hilt with one smooth thrust. Nadia cried out, shockwaves of ecstasy washing over her. The man set a relentless pace, driving into her over and over, his hips smacking against hers in a lewd rhythm.

She clawed at his back, urging him deeper, harder. The tension coiled inside her wound tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment. The man’s movements grew erratic, his breath hot and heavy against her neck.

“Come for me, mi amor,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire. “I want to feel you come undone.”

That was all it took. Nadia shattered into a million pieces, her walls clamping down around him as she rode out the wave of her release. The man followed close behind, spilling himself inside her with a guttural groan.

They collapsed together, limbs tangled and chests heaving. Nadia traced idle patterns on his sweat-sheened chest, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. She’d never known a massage could feel so good.

The man chuckled, dropping a tender kiss to her forehead. “Hope that helped with your contracture.”

“Mmm, you could say that,” she purred, nuzzling into his neck. “I might have to come back next week just to make sure.”

And in that moment, Nadia knew she’d found her new favorite spa treatment.