Massage Rooms Tanned beauty spreads wet pussy in sensual encounter

Title: Czech Tanlines Tease and Please

Czech beauty Ivana has always been a regular at her local spa, but today, something feels different. As she slinks into the massage parlor, her beach-bronze skin shimmers, highlighting her alluring curves. Her skimpy bikini barely contains her ample assets, the strings riding low across her shoulder blades. Ivana can feel the eyes of every male in the vicinity glued to her retreating form as she strides purposefully into the private massage suite.

Asorted folds herself onto the padded table, her sun-kissed tan lines stark against the pristine white sheets. She can’t help but enjoy the absence of fabric, the air on her skin sending pleasurable tingles across her body. The cloying scent of essential oils fills her nostrils, stoking the embers of excitement that have been building within her, undetected.

Ivana’s masseuse for the day, Borislav, enters the room with a light knock. His chiseled jaw and roving eyes make it clear he appreciates the delicious display laid out before him. Settling between Ivana’s legs, Borislav begins his sensual work, his strong hands kneading the supple flesh of her toned thighs. His fingertips ghost over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, coming ever so close to her exposed sex.

Ivana’s breath hitches in her throat as Borislav’s magic hands traverse her body, never quite touching her where she longs to be stroked. Her dusky nipples pebble beneath the thin fabric, aching for caresses and attention. The slick heat between her thighs grows as Borislav works his way upward, his palms deliberately skimming the underside of her breasts before moving to her shoulders.

Warm oil dribbles onto Ivana’s back, causing her to shudder as Borislav’s skilled fingers massage it into her bronzed skin. Each press of his hands, each slide and glide, stokes the flames of arousal hotter and higher within the Czech vixen. She squirms beneath Borislav’s practiced touch, craving more, needing him to touch her most intimate places.

Borislave seems to sense Ivana’s growing desperation. His oiled hands make a detour southward, sliding along her curves with abandon. The backs of his knuckles purposely graze through her slick folds, teasing her swollen clit and drawing a stifled moan from Ivana’s throat. She bucks her hips, silently begging for more, craving the touch of Borislav’s fingers inside her aching pussy.

As if reading her mind, Borislav plunges two fingers deep within Ivana’s soaked channel, eliciting a throaty cry of pleasure. His digits pump in and out of her, savoring the tight grip of her velvety walls. His thumb finds her clit, rubbing in merciless circles as he finger-fucks the eager woman.

Ivana thrashes wantonly beneath Borislav’s touch, feeling her pleasure mount with each stroke and caress. He fucks her hard and fast, his fingers drenched in her nectar. “Yes, fuck, don’t stop!” Ivana pants, on the cusp of euphoria. Borislav crooks his fingers just right, lashing that elusive spot deep within and sending shockwaves of rapture through Ivana’s trembling frame.

“Come for me, Ivana,” he wheedles, rubbing her clit with unrelenting speed. “Let me feel your greedy cunt come all over my fingers.” With a thoughtless cry, Ivana does just that, her velvety walls clamping down on Borislav’s hand as wave after wave of orgasm crashes through her. She thrashes and convulses, awash in sensation.

Riding out the aftershocks of her intense climax, Ivana languidly turns over onto her back, offering Borislav an eyeful of her perfect breasts and glistening pussy. His eyes darken with hunger, finally giving in to his baser instincts as he shucks his clothing. “You made me so hard, Ivana,” he growls, fisting his thick erection. “I need to feel this beautiful cunt around my cock.”

Ivana eagerly parts her thighs, her swollen petals glistening with arousal. Borislav wastes no time, plunging into her tight heat in one swift motion. He groans at her ebullient squeeze, reveling in the exquisite sensation of Ivana’s drenched walls hugging him like a glove.

Borislav begins to move, sliding partway out before slamming back in. He sets a vigorous pace, pounding into Ivana relentlessly, his heavy balls slapping against her ass. Ivana clutches his sculpted shoulders, lost in the overwhelming fullness and friction of Borislav’s thick shaft reaming her greedy pussy.

“Mmm, fuck…so deep!” Ivana mewls, relishing the sensation of being completely filled and stretched. Borislav captures her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep as he maintains his brutal rhythm. Ivana tangles her fingers in Borislav’s hair, pulling him closer as she angled her hips to take him even deeper.

The wet sounds of their frenzied coupling fill the spa, joining with Ivana’s ecstatic cries and Borislav’s grunts of pleasure. He pins her legs back nearly to her shoulders, mashing her breasts against his sweat-slicked chest as he fucks her with wild abandon. Ivana can feel herself edging closer to the precipice once more, Borislav’s cockhead relentless hitting that perfect spot within her.

“Come with me, Ivan,” Borislav rasps, feeling her walls beginning to quiver and convulse. “Milk my cock, now!” With a thoughtless wail, Ivana obeys, her pussy bearing down on Borislav as her climax hits hard. Her spasming walls urge Borislav over the edge as well, and with a guttural cry, he pumps thick spurts of cum deep into Ivana’s hungry cunt.

As the marginally sated pair collapse together on the massage table, Ivana can’t help but smile in satisfaction. Her first “spa day” with Borislav has certainly exceeded all expectations. She knows deep down that this definitely won’t be her last rendezvous with her sexy massage “therapist.”