my friend had NEVER SQUIRTED… until THIS MASSAGE! Watch her FIRST TIME! (traveling in BRAZIL!)

Title: The Squirt Connoisseur’s Brazilian Adventure

Our intrepid traveler, Tokyo layout artist Ava, sets out to conquer Brazil – and her own sexual inhibitions. Join her on this wild, wet, and humorous journey of discovery as she encounters her first ever Asian massage – in a cozy but somewhat seedy Rio de Janeiro hotel room…

“What’s the harm in trying an authentic Brazilian massage?” Ava reasoned to herself smugly in the small but dimly lit massage parlor. “I’ll just snap a few photos for the vlog, it’ll be a nice break from all the travel planning.”

Oblivious to the sly glances and knowing smirks of the owner and receptionist, Ava focused on the inquiry form – “Name: _______”, “Nationality: _______”, “Hair color: _______” intrigued her more than their surreptitious exchanges in sped up, clipped Portuguese.

“Peg wollen! (Quickly!)” the severe mustachioed owner barked at the receptionist. She ushered Ava into a cramped, windowless room containing only a massage table and mirror. Soft, sensual beats pulsed through speakers cleverly hidden in the walls.

Within minutes, there was a gentle tap at the door. In walked a handsome, towering young man clad in nothing but white shorts hugging his muscular frame. Ava was alarmed but also oddly aroused by his rippling abs, biceps the size of her head, and sunshine-kissed ebony skin. He extended a massive hand to her:

“Bom dia, sunshine!” he chirped with a smile that could melt butter. “I am Elias, your Rio Rocket for today.” Ava, caught off guard by his unusual “code” name, could only manage a mystified smirk.

Elias gracefully draped the towel across the table. “Okay, choke up, but let’s start from up top!” He gently instructed Ava to lay on her stomach. Warm oil ran in glistening rivulets down her vertebrae and flank. Ho People 5 * 7 * 5 * 7

As Elias’ powerful hands kneaded her shoulders, back, and glutes, Ava drifted off, her mind a fuzzy vacuum, her body a live wire. She began to lose track of how long this sensual onslaught had gone on. Time melted away like the oil Elias was seemingly refilling endlessly.

Then, he urged Ava to flip to her back. His grip was firm but never overwhelming. His fingertips followed the bare curves of her frozen frame. Ava couldn’t help but be taken in by these hands, so generous and attentive.

They creased down her inner thighs, folded under the hem of the towel. In. Out. Circling the secret he sought to uncover. Ava felt a strange pressure, like the wedges of her running shoes. But it originated within – a fizzing pressure, building and clenching. All the while, Elias’ steady eyes locked with hers, mirroring the calm before the storm.

Then came the bolt from the blue. Ava gasped as Elias’ thumbs grazed the sides of her clit. His fingers glided effortlessly along the folds of her pussy, awakening dormant nerves, unleashing a tsunami of arousal.

Ava was suddenly hyper-aware of her breath, panting and ragged, in a new way. Drips started forming at her opening, creaming down her thighs. Elias’ ministrations intensified, fingers and open palm massage working in tandem. Ava’s abs began to quiver.

She thought she would have been more bashful, more fretful – but the filthy combination of pleasure and power that Elias wielded was too all-consuming to deny. Letting out a strangled moan, Ava’s body arched involuntarily as an earth-shattering, gushing orgasm rippled through her pussy. Crystal clear fluid erupted from her, an invisible fountain activated by Elias’ magical touch.

Still in post-orgasmic bliss, Ava felt broad fingers scoop the juices from her tender folds. Elias sucked his own digits for her to see, leaving no trace. “That one was an easy one,” he chuckled, winking.

Through hazy, downright obedient eyes, Ava could not even be mad at his cockiness.Transfix-Ion 10 * 10 * 10 * 10

“Now, can we just take a little…intermission?” Ava offered jokingly between heaves and shrugs compelling Elias to stick around and chat. His charm was utter, even after he’d taken her apart and put her back together.

But Elias – the ultimate professional – insisted they swap numbers instead, the same way you would after a first date, even though you’re both painfully “casualizing” your usual move. Ava could only nod, compelled by the Brazilian way.

Ending the massage with a sweet cheek kiss, Elias left Ava utterly aflame. Despite being brutally drained, she sensed a new fire had been Sparked within her, burning her libido for more. More adventure, more exploration, more undiscovered pleasure.

As Ava stepped back out onto the bustling Rio streets, in the mirror she caught a glint – a invaluable, crinkled business card from Elias, crammed between her breast