Matura italiana esegue massaggi nel suo studio parte 1

The doorbell rang, piercing through the tranquil afternoon air in a quaint Italian neighborhood.iya Lucia, a voluptuous MILF in her early forties, was just starting her massage session. She smoothed out her silky white robe, highlighting her ample bosom, and made her way to the entrance. With a warm smile, she welcomed her new client, Marco, a strapping young man who couldn’t take his eyes off her buxom figure.

“Piacere, Marco. Welcome to my studio,” Lucia purred, her sultry voice sending shivers down his spine. She showed him to the massage room, dimly lit with scented candles and the soft strains of Italian opera filling the air. Marco took a seat on the plush leather couch, his heart pounding with anticipation.

As Lucia filled two glasses with Prosecco, offering one to Marco, her robe fell open slightly, revealing tantalizing glimpses of her creamy skin. She noticed his gaze and gave a coy smile. “For your relaxation, caro.” With practiced grace, she draped a plush towel on the massage table, gesturing for Marco to undress and make himself comfortable.

Marco struggled to keep his eyes on her face as he disrobed, unable to resist ogling her curvy figure. Lucia caught his stare and chuckled knowingly. “Tutto bene, Marco? You seem a bit anxious.” she said, her accented English dripping with seduction.

Nodding mutely, Marco lay face down on the table, a mountain of nerves and excitement. Lucia’s hands, slick with oil, began to work their magic, gliding over his back, kneading his shoulders. Her touch was both soothing and electrifying, sending waves of pleasure through his body.

As the massage continued, Lucia’s hands worked lower, teasingly close to regions that weren’t part of the typical routine. Marco squirmed, his breathing growing more labored, fighting the urge to turn over and give in to his growing desires. Lucia noticed the growing bulge under the towel and chuckled softly.

“Non preoccuparti, Marco,” she murmured, voice husky with promise. “Just relax and let me take care of you.” Her hands slid underneath the towel, stroking and caressing his most sensitive areas with practiced expertise. Marco moaned, surrendering to Lucia’s magic touch as she pleasured him.

Lost in a haze of lust, Marco could only gasp and groan while Lucia deftly worked, her fingers dancing along his erection. She guided him to flip over, letting the towel drop away as she straddled his hips, her generous breasts spilling out of her robe. With a wicked grin, she leaned down, her ample bosom brushing against his chest as she captured his lips in a searing kiss.

Marco’s hands eagerly roamed her body, caressing her silky thighs, squeezing her round ass, grappling her full breasts, as Lucia continued to stroke him with expert precision. She ground her hips against his, coating his manhood with her slick arousal. Breaking the kiss, Lucia sat back, allowing Marco a spectacular view as she peeled off her robe.

Bare and beautiful, Lucia repositioned herself, guiding Marco’s straining erection to her aching entrance. With a sultry moan, she lowered herself onto him, enveloping him in tight, wet heat. Marco cried out, overwhelmed by the exquisite sensation, his hips bucking up instinctively to meet her slow, tortuous rhythm.

“Così, così,” Lucia encouraged breathlessly, rolling her hips, riding Marco with skill and enthusiasm. Their lovemaking grew more urgent, the room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, ragged moans, and Italian expletives of pleasure.

Marco’s hands gripped Lucia’s hips, guiding her movements as she rode him with wild abandon, bringing them both to the brink of ecstasy. The pleasure mounting, they collided in a frenzy of lust, Lucia’s head thrown back, mouth open in a silent scream as she hit her peak.

With a roar, Marco followed, his hands digging into the soft flesh of her thighs as he emptied himself inside her, jerking with the intensity of his release. Lucia collapsed on top of him, both panting and spent, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter.

As their heart rates slowed, the reality of what they’d done began to set in, but Lucia just smiled, trailing a finger down Marco’s chest. “Don’t worry, dolcezza,” she cooed, “no one knows but us. And I’m very good with a massage…rigidity.”

They shared a laugh, and Marco wondered what other secrets Lucia had up her sleeve for their next ‘massage’ session. But for now, all he could do was bask in the afterglow, safe in the knowledge that no matter what, Lucia would take good care of him.