Horny masseuse can’t resist my cock and fucks me – nuru massage

The Nuru Massage
In this scandalous tale, I shall relay a story of seduction and lust, as a fly on the wall in a seedy massage parlor, where cleanliness is a facade and the ultimate aim is to thoroughly please and satisfy. This is no ordinary massage, but rather a ‘happy endingervice’ – a Nuru Massage, where bodies intertwine and suppress their primal urges, unable to deny the erotic tension that builds between masseuse and client.

Our story begins in a dimly lit room where the eponymous Italian masseuse Dante enters, his bulging muscles clearly visible beneath his white teddy. His eyes roam over the pliant body of his client, a statuesque blonde, splayed on the narrow massage table, awaiting his touch with tense anticipation. He begins with long, slow strokes of the body, ignoring the obvious swelling member between her thighs as he caresses her smooth skin. The Nuru gel he applies glistens in the soft lighting, gliding effortlessly across her curves as he pays special attention to her crevices and creases.

The erotic tension builds rapidly between the pair, each squirming under the others touch. The client arches her back, exhaling with shaky breaths as Dante kneads her supple breasts. She bends her taut leg, allowing him to slip beneath her thighs and move ever closer to her dripping core. Teasingly he runs his strong hands along her inner thighs, edging ever closer, letting the gel and her arousal run together between her labia.

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, Dante plunges two fingers deep into her warm, wet folds. Her hips buck and grind, greedy for contact, but he pulls back, circling her engorged clit. Lilac scented oil slick on the shelves gets knocked over from the various objects that fall off, adding a layer to the erotic smokescreen. The glove he wears morphs into a pink rubber forearm bursting with bulging veins and erotic Japanese characters tattooed on his forearm that you can see protruding into her wet hole.

Rounding the table, Dante peels the Nuru soaked towel from his junk and guides it to the blonde’s greedy mouth. She eagerly devours his thick length, his musky scent filling her flaring nostrils as she swallows him whole, tears streaming from her eyes at the effort. Her throat bulges obscenely with each bob of her head, throat muscles clenching in rhythm. He grabs onto the metal chair that’s frozen in time, its sturdy wooden legs shaking from the intense pleasure he is feeling.

Reversing their positions, she straddles his lap on the chair, sinking down onto his throbbing shaft in one swift motion. A deep moan escapes her perfect bee-stung lips as she begins to ride him with wild abandon, her tanned ass clapping against his muscular thighs. He grips her hips, thrusting deeper forcing her throbbing clit against his engorged shaft, determined to prolong the ecstatic journey to climax.

Their slick bodies palpitate with the delicious friction as she grinds her hard nipples against his rock hard chest, his pulsing head flicking her breasts skillfully. She fondles her jugs energetically and shudders while the vibrations from the intense massage chair intensify around them, adding to her ecstasy as he hits her g-spot over and over again.

Impatient to bring her to completion, Dante sweeps her into his powerful arms, depositing her on the chair and kneeling before her. His tongue delves deep into her folds, lapping at the honeyed nectar that flows freely, tongue flickering over her clit in expert licks. Nipping and suckling her sensitive pearl, he probes two fingers deeply into her grasping heat, crooking them just so to stroke her inner walls and elicit strangled moans.

Grinding her head back into the MistMaster her head jerking to rhythm of each orgasm, the blonde capitalizes on the throbbing pressure and electromagnetic vibrations that dance across her erogenous spots, the chair brandishing thirteen total massage features strategically placed.

Finally, with one more suck, Dante draws the very core from within her, banishing any remaining sane thoughts from her mind as her orgasm rips through her, her slick folds pulsing wildly around his digits. Dante rises, grasping her hips and slamming his shaft deep inside her over and over as her inner muscles massage his cock, wringing every last drop of cum from his throbbing member.

Slowly, the intense sexual haze recedes, replaced by languid satisfaction. Dante helps his client off the chair into his arms, pulling the askew towel from the MistMaster and wrapping it around her shoulders. Together the engaging pair shuffle out of the room, leaving the evidence of their explosive encounter to be attended to by the cleaning staff.

If there is one thing to be learned from this lusty tale, it’s that even the most worldly of individuals aren’t immune to temptation when confronted by the carnal delights of a Nuru massage, where Smith machine and mist master collude to deliver a tantric experience that defies the boundaries mortal bodies are accustomed to, and bestows on them the sweet ecstasy of enlightenment.

The ultimate strings of arousing eroticism unfurls to delight the viewer like a sensational gift, stringing enough suspense and scorching sexual titillation to leave them begging to be properly massaged by the talents of Dante and company, experts in the proper application of stress-relieving techniques in the uncanny ability to focus relief to tense areas most in need of attention, allaying tension in Rebel Diver fashion. Join the tantric experience today, indulgences at their most illicit can bring about a lifetime of more exhilarating liaisons.