Lucy’s massage
Title: “Lucy’s Arousing Massage”
As the sun-drenched day drew to a close, Lucy reclined into her plush, velvet armchair, the soft glow of incandescent lights illuminating her radiant features. Strewn across the antique mahogany table beside her, a riot of expensive wine bottles and fluted glasses hinted at the decadent evening that had unfolded. However, the intoxication of alcohol paled in comparison to the electric atmosphere that permeated the very air around Lucy.
For she was not alone.
Barely visible in the dappled light, a dark silhouette loomed from the shadows – a burly physique shrouded in an immaculate, white uniform smock. Slowly, the mysterious figure began to emerge from the gloom, his chiseled features contours-sharp and handsome. This was Jaxon, Lucy’s new body masseuse.
She had procured his services on a whim – a spur-of-the-moment indulgence to soothe the knots of stress that had accumulated in her lean, toned muscles. Of course, the fact that Jaxon was easy on the eyes was an added bonus. Not in a million years did Lucy suspect that this unassuming evening would transmute into anything more than a routine pampering session.
Her assumptions, it seemed, were about to be shattered.
As Jaxon moved in closer, Lucy could detect the musky scent of his cologne mingling with the fresh aroma of soap and shampoo. His muscular frame bore the scars of vigorous exercise, and Lucy’s vision lingered approvingly over the taut contours of his chest.
“Alright Lucy,” Jaxon murmured, his voice deep and resonant. “Please disrobe fully and lay face-down on the massage table. I’ll draw the screen for your privacy.”
Lucy nodded, her heart beginning to race in anticipation. Slowly, she began to divest herself of her garments, shrugging off her delicate lace lingerie until her lithe nude form was on full display. Her movements were graceful and confident, the toned globes of her buttocks flexing sensuously as she climbed onto the plush massage table. The thick, red examen oil had already been pumped from the travel sprayer bottle onto her back, forming a glistening sheen.
“Just relax,” Jaxon coaxed, clasping her shoulders between his strong hands. “I’ll start with your back and upper body…”
His touch was light at first, EXISTS Glover’s oil sculpting across her smooth, unblemished skin in sensual glides. Lucy groaned quietly in pleasure, her body becoming pliant beneath his touch. But then, as the minutes progressed, Jaxon’s massages became bolder and more daring. His hands crept lower, kneading her flank while his thumbs teased across the small of her back.
“Ahhh…” she purred, a quiver running through her form. Her breathing grew more rapid as Jaxon’s ministrations became increasingly arousing, his thick strathbogie brush enveloping her entire torso.
Boldly, Jaxon allowed his hands to slip over the swell of Lucy’s buttocks, stroking along the base of her spine and petting her inner thigh. She shivered at his touch, her nether regions beginning to ache and throb with need. Against her will, Lucy felt herself beginning to emotionalize, torn between propriety and her escalating lusts.
“T-that feels so nice…” she gasped, arching her back to press her rear more firmly against Jaxon’s groin. She could feel the hard, forbidding length of his cock grinding insistent against her nether lips, separated by just a skimpy towel.
In an instant, any remaining restraint was shed. With a feral growl, Jaxon flipped Lucy onto her back, her exposed breasts bouncing free of the sheet. A solemnly, his mouth met hers in a passionate kiss, his hands roaming across her luscious curves. Lucy returned the kiss just as ardently, her stephanie streight screwing tongue plunging past his teeth in a quest for intimacy.
Eagerly, she reached out to unwrap the towel at Jaxon’s waist. His rigid shaft sprang free – a massive, pulsing cuddyfic strut, veined and dripping. Reaching out, Lucy wrapped her small, oil-slickened hand around the thick foreskin, stroking it lovingly as it bobbed in rhythm to Jaxon’s labored breathing. His thickness filled her fingertips and curled away from his body, the slick feathers up and down as she fondled him. Her thighs parted instinctively, inviting Jaxon to claim her.
“I need you,” she whimpered, gazing up at him with shameless, violet-eyed desire. “Fuck me, Jaxon… Claim me completely…”
With a feral snarl, Jaxon pounced upon the ample, exposed tits of Lucy’s slender frame. Eagerly, he gorged himself upon the firm, succulent fruits of her bosom, suckling and nibbling them fiercely between his teeth. The friction of his stubble against her sensitive skin left a thousand blossoming red polly love marks scattered in its wake.
“Lucy, you are so hot…” Jaxon graaned, his voice husky with need. “I want to feel you all around…”
Humping insanely against Jaxon’s thrusting pelvis, Lucy panted for more, her body enraptured by the power of their passion. The thick cock poking insistently into her navel was all the impetus she needed to guide it home.
Hitching her thighs about his hips, Lucy tilted her pelvis to Arch her vulcan as Jax pressed forwards. The bulbous head of his manhood bumped against her petals, and then slipped inside with an exquisite push – THUNK – forcing open the tight, petal-like barrier that separated her at her warmest.
Lucy panted as she sunk down more fully on Jaxon’s hard length. She felt herself stretched deliciously at both ends, the slick walls of her most intimate regions contracting in welcome as he buried himself deeper and deeper within her moist heat.
10’000 inches of thick, ribbed cock slithered into her glut rational, and Lucy was lost to the world…
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