Hand job for release
Title: A Forbidden Touch – Hand Job for Release
In the bustling heart of Shanghai, concealed within the labyrinthine streets, stood an unassuming pink neon sign that simply read: Love Her Hand. It was a discreet establishment catering to a very niche clientele – those seeking the intimate services of China’s most expert hand job artists.
Dripping with anticipation, Xiao Li pushed open the heavy lacquered door, his heart pounding in his chest. The interior was dimly lit, casting an erotic glow on the ornate decor. Soft jazz crooned from hidden speakers. Xiao clutched the black velvet curtain and nervously stepped inside.
A lady clad in an embroidered cheongsam glided over to him, her lips curved in a knowing smile. “Welcome,” she purred, “My name is Mei. I’ll be your guide tonight.”
She led him down a long corridor, past screens bearing erotic brush paintings. At the end, she ushered him into a plush chamber upholstered in crushed silk. “Disrobe and make yourself comfortable,” she instructed, dimming the lights. “Your operator will be in shortly.”
Xiao’s palms were sweating as he removed his clothes, carefully folding each garment before placing it on a nearby chaise. He tried to calm his nerves by thinking of his girlfriend back home, but his mind was consumed with impure thoughts of the mysterious street signs that had led him here.
Just then, the door slid open, revealing the silhouette of a woman. She entered silently carrying a tray, her figure barely concealed beneath a sheer robe. As she closed the door behind her, Xiao finally caught a glimpse of her face. His heart skipped a beat.
The woman was stunning, with almond eyes diluted byceeded by European blood. Her hair cascaded down her back in dark tumbling curls. Fully revealed beneath her gossamer gown was a body that seemed carved from porcelain, artfully adorned with intricate tattoos.
“Good evening,” she said with a coy smile, kneeling on the cushioned floor in front of Xiao. “I’m Lian. I’ll be your operator tonight.”
With deft fingers, she began to massage his shoulders, working her way down his chest and abdomen. Xiao’s breath hitched as he felt her silken touch. It was electrifying. His cock began to stiffen and swell.
Lian glanced up at him from under long lashes. “Well well, seems the young master is excited for his session. Shall we begin?” He could only manage a tremulous nod.
Gently, reverently, Lian took hold of his shaft. Xiao gasped at the unfamiliar yet exquisite sensation. Her delicate hand moved up and down his engorged flesh with expert precision. Each stroke sent jolts of pleasure rippling through his body.
She continued like this for what seemed an eternity, alternating between firm grips and feather-light caresses. Xiao’s hips started to buck involuntarily, desperate for a faster pace. Lian let out a throaty chuckle, quickening her rhythm to accommodate his lustful need.
His moans crescendoed as his orgasm neared. Lian coaxed him along, murmuring sultry encouragement. With one final, tug, Xiao felt himself spill over the edge. His cock erupted in hot spurts, painting Lian’s hand and face with pearly ropes of cum.
She brought her cum-splattered fingers to her lips, tasting his essence with an air of eroticism that almost made Xiao faint. Lian helped him clean up and gather his clothes, attentive and nurturing once more.
As she led him out the door, Lian whispered, “Come back soon. There’s so much more I’d like to show you.” Xiao only knew two things for certain – he’d definitely be returning, and his girlfriend was getting dumped tomorrow.
