MY SECRET OF THE HOTTEST PROSTATE MASSAGES, PENIS MASSAGES UNTIL YOUR COCK SQUIRTS UP TO THE CEILING

The sultry siren in the video, Alexandria Wett, knew just how to get a man squirming with anticipation. Her smoldering eyes locked onto the camera, promising untold pleasures as she effortlessly stripped off her lacy lingerie with a practiced flick of her wrist. The silky fabric whispered to the floor, leaving her toned body bared for all to see, each curve and dip a masterpiece of feminine perfection.

Alexandrias voice, a honey-ed honey purr, murmured her dirty little secret to the audience. “Ever wonder what it takes to make a man quiver like a leaf in a hurricane?” she asked, trailing a single crimson nail down her flat stomach, eliciting a shiver along her spinal column. “I’ll let you in on the most erotic of secrets.”

She beckoned to her lover with a crook of her finger, a knowing smile playing along the corners of her plump lips. The man stepped forward, already achingly aroused, his erection tenting the front of his boxers. Alexandria chuckled under her breath as she pushed him to the edge of the king-sized bed, the sheets silken and pristine white.

“You’ll need to be completely bare,” Alexandria instructed, expertly divesting her lover of his pants and underwear. His swollen manhood bobbed free, the bulbous head glistening with beads of pre-cum.

Alexandria slicked up her hands with a generous dollop of aromatic oil, the scent of jasmine and ylang ylang perfuming the air. She-so massaged his muscular thigh, her touch soothing and sensual, until the man was putty in her palms. Alexandria worked her way upward, the oil allowing her hands to glide effortlessly over his straining flesh.

As her fingers danced along his throbbing shaft, the man tossed his head back, a low moan escaping his parted lips. Alexandria increased the pressure, working the sensitive glands and ridges of his manhood in expert strokes, coaxing an even more impressive erection.

“Oh, baby,” the man gasped, his hips pistoning involuntarily in time with her sensual massage. “That- ah!- feels amazing!” His eyes rolled back in his head as Alexandria changed her focus to his swollen ballsac, rolling and lightly tugging the tightly packed orbs.

“You’re not even close to feeling amazing yet,” she purred, winking salaciously at the camera. She arranged the man on his stomach, his chiseled ass presented to her hungry gaze. Alexandria took a moment to admire the view, her hot breath ghosting over the clenched pucker of his asshole. With a single, slow lick, she tasted the forbidden fruit, the musky flavor bursting across her tongue. She devoured his most intimate area with gusto, easing his sphincter open with the circling pressure of her clever tongue.

The highest levels of pleasure are hidden in plain sight, Alexandria had learned early on. Men came to her, thinking themselves the masters of their own desire, only to find her crooking a well-manicured finger and controlling them body and soul with the simple touch of a hand or the historical knowledge of every nerve ending in a man’s body.

As her tongue delved deep, she reached around to continue massaging his neglected shaft. The dual stimulation short-circuited his brain, reducing him to a babbling mess beneath her sinful ministrations. His cock leaked ropes and ropes of pre-cum, the succulent drops sliding along her stroking fingers and coating the silken sheets beneath him.

Alexandria pulled back, licking her gleaming lips with satisfaction. “Time to move to the main event,” she promised, tempting him to roll onto his back to admire her glistening fingers work magic on his saliva-slick anus.

She pressed a single digit into his tight heat without preamble, the slick allowing for a relatively painless penetration. The man let out a choked groan as her finger located the bump of his prostate, the bundle of nerves lighting up like electricity. Alexandria began to circle the enticing gland with feather-light expertise, the man’s balls drawing up tight against his body in warning.

“gonna-ah!-c’mon,” the man begged, already on the cusp after the mind-blowing duo of her rimming and prostate play. He cuffed her hair with one hand and used the other to stroke his like-lava cock, chasing down his spine-shattering orgasm.

Determined to make him show the world how incredible it felt to come hands free, Alexandria reached up and push his capturing hand away. She replaced his grip on his cock with the sweet suction of her mouth, engulfing nearly the entirety of his huge dick between her plump lips. Releasing his cock with a pop, she trailed her tongue teasingly up the underside, just to the ridge underneath his leaking head before pushing past his sphincter, sucking harder on his big prostate.

The man let out an unholy shriek of ecstasy, his eyes rolling back in his head as his orgasm steamrolled through him. His cock spurted, untouched, in beautiful arcs of pearlescent cum. Jet after jet after jet of thick, creamy spend spurted from his spasming cock, as if trying to reach the ceiling thanks to Alexandrias expert manipulation.

His Orgasim went on and on, as she continued to suck and strum on his prostate until the very last drop leaked from his balls, leaving him empty and used in the best possible way, his bruised, overworked inner walls fluttering weakly around her continued massage.

“It’s the most masculine thing a man can do,” she panted, her eyes gleaming with wicked mirth as she finally released his jerking balls from the vice-like clamp of her plump thighs. “The ultimate proof of your devotion to serving the Goddess.”

The camera stayed focused on Alexandrias radiant visage as she languidly cleaned the pearly strands of cum from her chin and cheek. “So tell me, darling,” she murmured, one ear cocked as if she could hear the unseen audience’s hearts pounding with unfulfilled arousal. “Who’s ready to learn the most intimate of secrets?”