FullVids Mature girl goes to the client’s house to do a massage and the man offers her money for SEX

The sultry sway of Amanda’s hips was almost hypnotic as she made her way up the stone path to the client’s front door. She was dressed to impress – or rather, to entice. Her form-fitting black dress and sky-high heels showed off her curves in all the right ways. Amanda had been walking this rather precarious tightrope between professional masseuse and erotic masseuse for a while now, and she knew this “appointment” was going to be the real test.

She rang the doorbell, smoothing her hands over her hips one last time. The door swung open to reveal a middle-aged man, if his salt-and-pepper hair and distinguished features were any indication. He looked Amanda up and down appreciatively, his eyes lingering on her ample cleavage. “Well, well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he purred, stepping aside to let her in.

Amanda flashed him her most disarming smile as she sauntered past him into the opulently furnished living room. “I aim to please,” she cooed, setting her massage table up in the center of the room. The man watched her intently, barely suppressing a grin.

Once everything was set up, Amanda turned to face him, hands on her hips. “So, where would you like me to start?” she asked, her voice a sultry purr. The man stepped closer, trailing a finger along her bare shoulder. “I can think of a few places,” he murmured, his hot breath tickling her ear.

Amanda bit her lower lip, a thrill running down her spine at his boldness. She knew she should stop this before it went too far, but there was something about this man – this situation – that made her want to throw caution to the wind. She let him lead her over to the massage table, watching as he disrobed down to his black boxer briefs. His body was surprisingly fit for his age, and Amanda felt a rush of heat between her thighs as she took in the sight of him.

She Cannon enough to him may work and the next thing she knew, she was naked, her curvaceous body on full display. The man’s eyes darkened with lust as he took her in, his cock twitching in his pants. “Fuck, you’re even more gorgeous than I imagined,” he growled, pulling her into his arms. Amanda melted into his touch, her own desire overriding any lingering doubts.

Their lips crashed together in a heated kiss, tongues tangling and exploring. Amanda moaned into his mouth as his hands roamed her body, squeezing and kneading her soft flesh. She could feel his erection pressing against her belly, hard and insistent. Breaking the kiss, she pushed him back onto the table and straddled him, her wetness dripping onto his thigh. The man groaned, his hips bucking up against her.

Amanda reached down, freeing his cock from its confines. She stroked him root to tip, reveling in the way he pulsed in her hand. “I want you,” she breathed, positioning herself over him. The man nodded, his hands gripping her hips tightly. With one swift motion, she sank down onto him, taking him to the hilt.

They both cried out at the sensation, Amanda’s walls clenching around him like a vice. She began to ride him, her movements slow and deliberate at first, picking up speed and intensity as their passion grew. The man thrust up into her, meeting her movements with equal fervor. The room filled with the sounds of their moans and the slap of skin against skin.

Amanda could feel her orgasm building, a coiled tension at the base of her spine. She leaned forward, changing the angle of their hips, and screamed as she came undone, her inner muscles spasming around his cock. The sensation was too much for the man, and with a roar, he followed her over the edge, spilling his seed deep inside her.

They collapsed together, panting and sweaty. Amanda laid sprawled across his chest, listening to the erratic beat of his heart. She knew she should feel guilty, shameful even. But all she could feel was the warm afterglow of their union. Slowly, she lifted her head, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “So, do you want me to top that massage next time?” she purred, her voice low and sultry.

The man laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that sent shivers down Amanda’s spine. “Baby, I’ll pay you to do that to me every damn day,” he replied, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

And so it began. Their illicit affair, a dance of passion and pleasure that neither could resist. Amanda knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn’t deny the electric connection between them. She had crossed a line, but in crossing it, she had found a new kind of freedom – one where she could be unapologetically herself, wants and all.