Naughty Babe With A Surprise Inside Her Gets Satisfied By A Masseur

The salacious scene unfolds in a dimly lit massage parlor, the air thick with the scent of essential oils and carnal promise. A tantalizing figure, she, reclines face-down on the plush massage table, her smooth, athletic curves barely concealed by a flimsy towel. Her companion, he, a trained masseur, enters with intentions that extend far beyond relieving muscular tension.

He begins with a routine of long, languid strokes, his skilled hands kneading her shoulders, working out the knots and tension. She sighs softly, her body melting into his touch, unaware of the surprise that awaits her. He lingers on her flawless back, his fingers straying down to the edge of her towel, dangerously close to the crevice of her ass.

Emboldened by her lack of resistance, he grows bolder, his hands venturing inward, continents of silky skin slowly revealed. She stirs, a murmur of protest forming on her lips, but it dissolves into a moan as his hands find the globes of her ass. He cups and squeezes, massaging the firm flesh, each touch more bold than the last.

With a deft flick of his wrist, he whisks away the towel, unveiling her succulent ass in all its glory. She gasps, but makes no move to cover herself, her body betraying her with every quivering breath. He takes his time, admiring the rounded mounds, the smooth, hairless skin, the tantalizing crevice. He leans down, his breath hot on her skin, and place a trail of kisses down her spine.

His hands continue their exploration, gliding over her hips, her thighs, teetering on the brink of forbidden territory. She squirms, a new kind of tension building within her, as his fingers graze her inner thighs. He lets his hands rest there for a moment, the heat of her core seeping into his palms. Slowly, teasingly, he parts her thighs, opening her up to his hungry gaze.

She is as perfect as she looks, her pussy a glistening pink, already moist with anticipation. He cannot resist any longer, his mouth watering at the sight of her. He dives between her legs, his tongue finding her clit, a hard, eager nub. She cries out, her hips bucking off the table, seeking more of his skilled mouth. He obliges, his tongue delving deep, tasting her, savoring her. He licks and sucks, his hands gripping her thighs to keep her in place, as she writhes beneath him.

Just when she thinks she cannot take any more, he slides a finger inside her, then another, pumping in time with the stroke of his tongue. She is flooded with pleasure, her mind blanking to anything but the wonderful sensations wracking her body. He fucks her with his fingers, his tongue swirling around her clit, until she is a quivering, whimpering mess.

He rises, his cock hard and throbbing, straining against his pants. He frees himself, stroking his length, marveling at her dripping pussy. He positions himself at her entrance, the head of his cock nudging her folds. She arches, needing him inside, needing the sweet stretch of his thickness.

He sinks into her slowly, inch by inch, giving her time to adjust. She gasps at the intrusion, her walls clenching around him, drawing him in deeper. He starts to move, a slow, steady rhythm, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her back onto him with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by their moans and gasps.

He pounds into her, his hips slapping against her ass, the sound a delicious symphony. She meets each thrust, pushing back against him, their bodies moving in perfect sync. He reaches around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing in circles, matching the pace of his thrusts. The added stimulation is too much, and she flies apart, her pussy clamping down on his cock, milking him for all he’s worth.

He groans, his hips stuttering, as he fills her with his hot seed. His cock pulses inside her, spurt after spurt of cum painting her walls white. He stays like that for a moment, his hands roaming her body, coasting over her sweat-slicked skin. With a gentle kiss to her shoulder, he pulls out, watching as his cum trickles out of her abused hole.

He cleans her up, his touch gentle and soothing. He tucks her into the towel, his hands lingering on her curves. She looks at him, a satisfied smile on her face, her eyes glazed over with post-coital bliss. He returns her smile, a smug grin that says he did good. He bows slightly, a mock salute, before turning to leave, his work here done.

As the door closes behind him, she is left alone, her body sated, her mind reeling. She will be back, she knows, to her surprise-filled masseur, her addiction now complete. Until then, she will drift off to sleep, her body buzzing with the memory of his touch, his cock, his cum. She will dream of the next time, and the pleasure that awaits her.