Masseuse Asa Akira Fucks Her Client

Ever had a massage that left you in a tangle of illicit sensations? Well, neither had I, until the day I stumbled into the tantalizing world of Masseuse Asa Akira. This stunning Japanese babe, with her sinful curves and infectious giggle, was about to defy every naughty imagination I never knew I had.

I entered her dimly lit massage parlor, which smelled of exotic oils and unidentified, intoxicating perfumes. The ambiance was heavy with sexual tension, like a heavy cloak draped around my shoulders. Asa greeted me with a coy smile, her eyes glinting with mischief as she ushered me to a plush massage table.

“Please, make yourself comfortable,” she purred, her voice dripping with seductive promise.

As I climbed onto the table and felt the soft linens against my bare skin, I realized I wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing below the waist. Asa was already massaging my legs, her touch firm yet sensual, her manicured hands gliding over my skin like a feather. I felt a familiar stirring in my loins as her fingers crept higher and higher, threatening to brush against my most sensitive area.

Without warning, her warm, wet tongue replaced her fingers, trailing up along my inner thigh. I gasped loudly, unable to contain my pleasure. This was unlike any spa service I had experienced before. But Asa wasn’t done yet. Her clever fingers found my member and began stroking it with an expertise that left me breathless.

I was lost in a sea of euphoric sensations, her tongue now swirling around the tip of my cock, before taking it into her mouth. Her skilled sucking combined with her dexterous fingers created a symphony of pleasures that had me writhing on the table. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, she stopped.

“Gotta save the cumshot,” she winked, giggling at my frustrated expression.

She smothered my body with edible massage oil, her voluptuous breasts pressing against my back, her ample ass rubbing against my throbbing cock. We began to grind against each other in a primal rhythm, our bodies slick with oil and sweat.

Asa’s fingers found my sensitive spots again and her sweet, tight ass begin to bounce up and down on my member. I couldn’t hold back any longer. With a roar, I felt my load shoot into her depths, painting her inner walls with my essence.

Asa rode the waves of her own climax, before rolling off me, splayed across the table, our bodies still connected. We basked in the afterglow, skin to skin, our sweaty bodies rising and falling in unison.

And that, my friends, is how you give a happy ending!