Massaged and Assfucked

Title: “Swedish (Anal) Massage”

The dimly lit room was crammed with the comfortable glow of scented candles and the comforting sound of a rain bathe recorded on the radio. The scent of sandalwood hung within the air, permeating the sheets of the therapeutic massage desk and infiltrating every breath taken by the couple, units deep within the throes of an erotic indulgence.

On the desk lay Emma, a voluptuous blonde, her unblemished pores and skin glistening with the oil that had been liberally utilized. Max, her companion, stood beside her, his palms shifting with sensual grace over her physique. His fingers traced the curve of her backbone, drawing lewd moans from her lips.

“Mmmm, right there,” Emma purred, arching her again as Max’s palms massaged her decrease again. His fingers moved decrease, urgent into the agency globes of her buttocks. Emma set free a comfortable gasp as he kneaded the pliant flesh, his thumbs slipping between her cheeks to tease her puckered gap.

Max grinned, loving the best way Emma’s physique responded to his contact. He unfold her cheeks wider, exposing her most intimate space to his grasping gaze. Using his thumbs, he massaged her tight rear entrance, teasing it open.

“Oh, fuck,” Emma whimpered. “I want your cock inside me. I need it.”

Max chuckled darkly, having fun with the best way he may make her beg. “Patience, my dear. Til I’m ready.”

He continued his ministrations, working two fingers into her tight channel. Emma moaned shamelessly, the obscene sound of his fingers pumping out and in of her ass filling the room. Max may really feel her clenching round him, her physique looking forward to extra.

Pulling his fingers free, Max retrieved a small plug from the desk. It was glossy and black, with a flared base. “I’m going to train this tight little hole,” he growled, urgent the tapered tip towards her entrance.

Emma whimpered however raised her hips, inviting him deeper. Max labored the toy into her ass, stretching her deliciously. Once it was seated totally, he stepped again to admire his handiwork. Emma moaned softly because the plug pressed towards her delicate partitions.

Emma rolled onto her again and unfold her legs, revealing her dripping pussy. “I need more than that plug,” she mewled. “I need your cock.”

Max could not refuse such a blatant request. He grabbed the oil and drizzled it over his straining erection, hissing on the sensation. Then he positioned himself between her thighs, rubbing his slick head towards her moist folds.

“Please, Max,” Emma begged, her hips writhing. “Fill me up, baby.”

Growling softly, Max thrust ahead, spearing her tight cunt with one vicious stroke. Emma screamed in ecstasy, her again arching off the desk. Max set a brutal tempo, pounding into her prepared physique.

Emma’s pussy clenched round him, slick and scorching. Max may really feel his climax constructing, his balls drawing tight to his physique. But he held again, decided to make Emma come first.

“Play with your clit,” he ordered, his hips by no means ceasing their relentless movement. “Make yourself come on my cock.”

Emma obeyed with out hesitation, her fingers flying over her swollen nub. It took only some strokes earlier than she was falling aside, her cries of enjoyment echoing off the partitions.

As her orgasm subsided, Max pulled freed from her pussy, his cock bobbing obscenely. Emma watched him by way of heavy-lidded eyes, her physique trembling with aftershocks.

“Do you want to come in my mouth or on my face?” she requested, her voice husky.

“Get on your knees, slut,” Max demanded. “And open wide.”

Emma dropped to the ground, her breasts heaving. She wrapped her hand across the base of Max’s shaft, guiding him to her parted lips. Max pequeno holding her by her hair as he thrust ahead, forcing his cock down her throat.

Emma choked and gagged however did not draw back. Instead, she surrendered to his tough fucking, bobbing her head in time along with his strokes. Saliva dripped down her chin, mixing with the pre-cum leaking from Max’s slit.

With a guttural cry, Max pulled free, his orgasm tearing by way of him. Thick ropes of cum painted Emma’s face, marking her as his. She moaned on the sensation, lapping at his cock to wash each final drop.

Max gazed down at Emma, taking within the erotic sight of her messy however happy face. “Clean up and get ready for round two,” he mentioned with a smile. “I’m not nearly done with you yet.”

Emma smiled up at him, the twinkle of arousal and mischief in her eyes. “I wouldn’t expect anything less,” she murmured, rising to her ft. She sauntered in direction of the lavatory, an additional sway to her hips, teasing Max with each step.

The night time was nonetheless younger, and so they have been each wanting to discover extra of one another’s boundaries. The prospects have been countless, and their imaginations have been the boundaries. Until then, they’d revel within the erotic indulgence of their ravaging ardour.