Masseur fucked the client during a session / massage – syndictete

Title: The Illicit Encounter: Massage into Mayhem

In the heart of the city, nestled amidst towering skyscrapers, lay a discrete massage parlor known as “Synδικτιε.” Translating to “Syndicate” in Greek, the lavish establishment catered to an elite clientele who sought not just the usual rejuvenation but an experience to remember.

At the helm was Sophia, a enigmatic beauty with tousled blonde locks and eyes as blue as the Aegean Sea. Hailing from the isles of Greece, Sophia brought with her the mystique of the ancient world, conjuring fantasies in the minds of men with just a glance. Veteran clients whispered about her mastery of the ancient Sirenni massage technique, combining traditional massage with tantric energy manipulation.

One fateful night, a regular client named Marcus strolled into the parlor. Marcus was a successful businessman, a man of the world with a penchant for exotic pleasures. Sophia greeted him with a sultry smile, her white summer dress clinging to her curves. “Good evening, Marcus. I’ve been looking forward to our session.”

Marcus followed Sophia into the dimly lit massage room, adjusting his tie. The air was thick with the scent of sandalwood incense. He disrobed and lay on the massage table, his bare back gleaming under the soft lighting. Sophia started with gentle strokes, her oiled palms gliding over his skin. She worked her way down, kneading his muscles and coaxing tension from his body.

The Sirenni technique was an experimenet in itself. Sophia’s fingers danced over Marcus’ body, igniting nerve endings, stirring ancient rhythms. She leaned in close, her breasts brushing against his back, her breath hot on his ear. “Relax, Marcus. Surrender to the energy.”

As she oscillated between traditional massage and tantric caresses, Marcus felt himself succumbing to the sensations. His breathing grew heavy, his heart raced. Sophiaknew exactly when to apply pressure and when to release. Her hands traveled lower, massaging his thighs, teasing his loins. Marcus squirmed, a groan escaping his lips.

Sophia climbed onto the table, straddling his thighs. Her dress rode up, exposing her long, toned legs. She ground against him subtly, establishing a sensual friction. “Are you enjoying yourself, Marcus?”

Words failed him. All he could do was nod, lost in the haze of pleasure. Sophia smiled sultrily, then leaned down to deliver butterfly kisses across his back. Her hair tickled his skin, her lips brushed feather-light, then more insistently. Marcus gasped, his body trembling with need.

Wasting no time, Sophia positioned herself and sank onto Marcus’ throbbing erection with a deep moan. She began to ride him skillfully, her hips undulating in a hypnotic rhythm. Marcus could only grasp the sheets as he was pulled into her thrusts. With each tilt of her hips, she sent shockwaves of ecstasy rippling through him.

The room filled with hot, guttural sounds of passion. Marcus could do nothing but surrender to Sophia’s ludicrously capable movements. She found the deep, aching spots and milked them as if she already knew his body like her own. Her interior muscles squeezed him as excruciatingly as her surrounding heat. Marcus blacked out from the intensity.

He came back to himself to find Sophia poised on top, her head thrown back in bliss, her body bowing in ecstasy. With one final lunge, Marcus felt his orgasm building, cresting, then eruptions. Sophia collapsed against him, both of them drenched in sweat and Primeval lust.

Their intertwined bodies remained joined for several long, languid minutes. Marcus thought that would be the end of the evening. Little did he know Sophia was just warming up.

She extricated herself from him, stood up, and slowly peeled off what was left of her dress. Beneath, she was wearing nothing but a lacy g-string and matching bra. Her tits were full and heavy, the nipples stiffened in arousal. She removed those too, letting them drop to the floor.

There were no theatrics this time. Sophia just climbed back onto the table, turned around, and impaled herself on Marcus’ still half-hard member. He moaned in surprise and delight. She purred in satisfaction. “You’re amazing, Marcus,” she purred sultrily.

She rocked her hips, grinding on him deep and slow. The oil on their skin made her body glisten, reflected in the lights. Marcus reached up to fondle her bouncing tits, squeezing them, tweaking the nipples. Sophia moaned appreciatively. Her head lowered and her hair curtained his chest. She whispered, “Have you filming all this?”

She glanced at the corner where a camera was pointed at them. The green light flashed above it, signaling its recording. Marcus nodded. Sophia grinned. “Good,” she purred. “Then let’s give them a real show.”

What followed was a fuck-fest of epic proportions, capturing every juicy corner of exists and every angle Marcus could think of. Sophia flipped onto all fours, presenting her ass, and Marcus pounded away at it lasciviously while the camera faithfully captured his blows. After a warmup round, they went on to the slutty starfish position where both their orifices were reachable; after all, no one ever got too old for fetishizing. But polewas even more dangerous.

Lying on her back, Sophia lifted one leg againstMarcus’ shoulder while the other leg was on his chest together with his chest muslce while he wasn’t committing sexual assault as he pummeled her insides with no less a ferocity than a jackhammer. Even with all the oil, Sophia was sure to be sore the next day.

Then of course Marcus had to sweat the camera malfunctions. Sophia wasn’t one to complain — it was why she enjoyed her job so much to begin with and variety was the spice of life. Back up against peer, Marcus finger her soaked pussy, splayed her butt cheeks, and worked on her swollen clit for possible before delivering into her mouth. Only after Sophia had been filled to the brim, did Marcus finally finish inside her, their fluids spilling over. If Sophia was anything to go by, this sclass was just the beginning of an endless session night