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In the heart of Seoul, hidden away in a seedy alleyway, lies a rather peculiar establishment. Discreet, unassuming, with no sign out front, the only indication of its lurid purpose was the subtle, tantalizing glow emanating from within the frosted windows. This was none other than the notorious Milk Fuck Massage Parlor, infamous throughout the city for its unorthodox services.

Step inside the dimly lit lobby, where the air was thick with the scent of cheap perfume and sweat. A guttural sigh emanated from behind the cracked door, promising sinful pleasures within. Anyone lucky (or unlucky) enough to venture past the threshold was greeted by the sight of a lone masseuse,working her magic on a well-hung client stretched out on the table before her.

This particular evening found our star of the show, Mina, a tantalizing Korean beauty, preparing for her next appointment. She was clad in sheer black lacy lingerie, the thin fabric straining against her ample bosom. Fishnet stockings adorned her shapely legs, held up by a garter belt that peeked out from beneath the hem of her skimpy garter belt. Her make-up was heavy,, highlighting her cherubic features.

With the arrival of her next appointment, Mina sashayed over to the door to welcome him in. The man, a flipflopper, enetered, his eyes roaming appreciatively over her nubile form. Mina, ever the professional, ushered him over to the table, as she asked the routine questions, her voice betraying no hint of desire.

“Please, have a seat. Are you a first time visitor?”

The man nodded, his mouth too dry to form words. He hoisted himself onto the table, laying back as Mina prepared the massage oil. With a satisfied smirk, she straddled the table, sitting atop his thighs. The Hong Kong sleaze about to begin.

Mina began massaging his back, working her magic with deft hands. She hollowed her cheeks, letting out a low, appreciative moan as she felt him harden beneath her.

“Mmm… you seem tense. Here, let me take care of that for you.”

She reached between his legs, grasping his cock and giving him a few slow pumps. The man let out a low groan, pushing his hips up in a silent plea for more. Mina grinned in response, freeing his member from his pants. It sprang out, already rock hard and eager for attention.

In one fluid motion, Mina swung a leg over the man’s hips, straddling him properly this time. She rubbed the tip of his cock against her pussy, teasing him mercilessly. He bucked up, trying to slide inside, but Mina pulled away at the last second.

“Ah ah ah, not yet,” she scolded playfully. “We have to warm up first.”

She climbed off the table and turned around, presenting her ass to him. The man grabbed it eagerly, sinking his fingers into the firm flesh. Mina reached back, guiding him to slide two fingers inside her dripping cunt.

“Mmm, good boy,” she purred. “Now, fuck me with your fingers.”

The man obliged, curling his fingers to stroke her spot. Mina’s face contorted in pleasure, a low moan escaping her lips. She reached for his free hand, bringing it up to her tits. He gave them a rough squeeze, pinching her nipples through her bra.

Mina climbed back onto the table, this time giving the man a prime view of her bouncing ass. She ground against him, coating his cock with her juices before sinking down onto him with a wet squelch. The man groaned, hands flying to her hips to anchor himself.

“That’s it, baby,” Mina cooed, undulating her hips in a sinuous rhythm. “Take what you need.”

He thrust up, driving himself balls deep inside her. Mina gasped, fingers digging into his chest for leverage. She began to bounce, rising up and slamming back down, her ass jiggling with the force of her movements.

The man looked on in awe, eyes glued to the magnificent sight before him. He reached up, pushing her bra aside to fully expose her tits. Mina’s back arched as he pinched and rolled her nipples between his fingers.

As their coupling grew more frenzied, Mina clenched around him, signaling her impending orgasm. The man slapped her ass, pushing her over the edge. She cried out, gushing around his cock as she came undone.

The man wasn’t far behind, his balls drawing up tight. With a strangled grunt, he came, pumping his seed deep inside her. Mina milked him for all he was worth, drinking down every last drop.

She climbed off him, using a nearby towel to wipe away the mess. The man watched, still lying there limp and sated. Mina leaned over, giving him a chaste peck on the lips.

“Until next time,” she murmured before leaving the room.

The man floated out of the massage parlor, a disheveled grin on his face. He knew he’d be back, korean lingerie whore eagerly awaiting him for round two.