M男さんに優しいオイルマッサージ❤️可愛い喘ぎ声聞かせて〜　JD／メンズエステ／素人／セラピスト/手コキ/フェラ

In the bustling streets of Tokyo, there exists a hidden gem of a massage parlor, known for its exquisite services that cater to the weary souls of the city. One of its most sought-after therapists is a young woman named Sakura, known for her soft, dainty hands and her sweet, melodic voice that can soothe even the most troubled minds.

One evening, a man walked into the parlor seeking relief from the stresses of his daily life. He was greeted by Sakura’s warmth and professionalism as she led him to the private room. As he lay face down on the massage table, Sakura began her work, gently caressing his tense muscles with her delicate fingers.

She started with his shoulders, kneading the knots and tension away with expert precision. Her touch was like silk, gliding across his skin with the lightest of pressures. As she worked her way down his back, Sakura could feel the man’s muscles slowly relaxing, his breathing becoming more even and calm.

She reached for the bottle of oil, its sweet scent filling the air as she poured it onto her hands. She massaged it into his skin, her hands moving in sensual circles and strokes. The oil glistened on his body, making his skin shine in the soft light of the room.

As Sakura continued her massage, she leaned in close to the man’s ear, her sweet voice whispering, “Just relax. Let me take care of you.” The tone of her voice, so soft and inviting, sent a shiver down the man’s spine.

She worked her way down to his legs, her fingers digging deep into the muscles, releasing the tension with each press and stroke. The man could feel his body melting into the table, his mind drifting into a cloud of blissful euphoria.

Sakura’s hands moved up his legs, her touch becoming more sensual with each passing moment. She climbed onto the table, straddling his legs as she leaned over him, her breasts pressing against his back. She moved her hands around his waist, her nails lightly scratching his skin.

The man let out a soft moan, his body responding to Sakura’s touch. She smiled, knowing that she was having the desired effect on him. She moved her hands lower, her nails teasing the waistband of his pants.

“Should I continue?” she asked, her voice a sweet purr in his ear. The man could only nod in response, his mind lost in a fog of desire.

Sakura unzipped his pants slowly, revealing his hardening arousal. She wrapped her hand around him, her fingers stroking his length. The man groaned, his hips bucking slightly as he felt her touch.

She continued to stroke him, her hand moving faster as she felt him grow harder. She leaned down, her tongue flicking over the tip of his member, tasting the salty sweetness of his excitement.

The man let out a low moan, his hands grasping at the sheets beneath him. Sakura took him into her mouth, her lips sliding down his length, her tongue swirling around him. She bobbed her head up and down, taking him deeper each time.

She reached around with her free hand, massaging his balls as she continued to suck him. The man’s moans grew louder as he felt the pleasure building inside him.

Sakura pulled away, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his tip. She sat up, straddling him once more. She positioned herself over him, her wetness hovering just over his member. Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, her velvety walls enveloping him completely.

The man let out a guttural groan as he felt her warmth surrounding him. Sakura began to move, her hips gyrating as she took him deeper inside her. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his back as she rode him.

She reached around, cupping his balls as she bounced on top of him. The man could feel his orgasm building, his body tensing as he neared the edge.

Sakura increased her pace, her walls clenching around him as she approached her own climax. With a final moan, she came undone, her body trembling as she reached her peak.

The man followed soon after, his body jolting as he spilled himself inside her. Sakura collapsed on top of him, both of them panting as they came down from their high.

She climbed off of him, a satisfied smile on her lips. “I hope you enjoyed your massage,” she said, her voice a breathless whisper.

The man could only nod, his mind still foggy from the pleasure. Sakura cleaned herself up and left the room, leaving the man to bask in the afterglow of their sensual encounter.

As he walked out of the parlor, he knew that this would be a memory he would cherish for a long time. The sweet voice of Sakura, the glistening oil on her skin, and the pure bliss of her touch would stay with him forever.

And so, he returned to the parlor time and time again, seeking the sweet release that Sakura always provided. Their sessions became a secret that only they shared, a forbidden pleasure in the heart of the bustling city.

And in the confines of that private room, Sakura continued to work her magic, her sweet voice and dainty hands bringing pleasure to all who sought her out. For she was more than just a massage therapist – she was a sensual goddess, a being of pure ecstasy.