Perfect Body Virgin Teen 18+ With Hot Masseuse

Title: The masseuse’s ravishing Russian virgin

The doorbell rang, echoing through the spacious apartment. Natasha, a stunning brunette with luscious curves, glanced at her watch. 2:45pm – right on time. She sauntered to the door, her hips swaying seductively in the form-fitting white dress that clung to every sensuous contour.

Natasha opened the door to reveal a breathtaking young woman. The creature gazed at Natasha through long-lashed emerald eyes, her porcelain skin glowing with youth and vitality. Golden hair cascaded down her back in loose waves that framed an angelic face with plump pink lips and a pert button nose. She wore a simple sundress that highlighted her lithe, nubile body – pert breasts, a washboard stomach, and slender legs that seemed to go on for miles.

“Olga?” Natasha asked, a wicked glint in her sultry dark eyes. “Welcome to Spa Elysium.”

“I’m so nervous,” Olga confessed, wringing her hands. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

Natasha placed a reassuring hand on Olga’s shoulder, letting it linger just a beat too long. “Don’t worry, my dear. You’re in excellent hands. I promise to make your very first time a pleasure.”

Olga blushed at the insinuation, but followed Natasha inside regardless. The masseuse led her to a lavishly appointed bedroom where rose petals carpeted the floor and scenting the air. Gently, Natasha turned Olga around and began unzipping her dress.

With each inch of creamy skin revealed, Natasha felt a hungry heat building in her loins. She allowed her fingers to trail along Olga’s back, feeling the girl quiver with anticipation. Soon the dress pooled at Olga’s feet and she stood before Natasha in nothing but a pair of skimpy white panties. Despite her innocence, there was a wantonness to Olga’s nakedness that made Natasha’s mouth water.

“Lie down on the bed, sweetness,” Natasha purred. “On your stomach.”

Olga complied, her heart thumping with each step. As the mattress dipped beneath her, she closed her eyes and inhaled the sweet scent of the rose petals and, more powerfully, the intoxicating musk of Natasha’s perfume. Strong and sexy hands caressed her shoulders, kneading and stroking with expert precision.

“So soft…” Natasha murmured, admiring the curve of Olga’s spine and the swell of her pert bottom. Her fingers dipped lower, tracing the cleft of Olga’s ass and teasing the lacy hem of her panties. “Such a beautiful body…a goddess in the flesh.”

Olga felt a wave of dizziness overtake her and then, suddenly, a jolt of electricity like she had never known. Natasha’s seeking fingers brushed against a part of Olga’s anatomy that was already slick with desire. The masseuse rolled Olga onto her back, drinking in the sight of heaving breasts barely contained by sheer lace.

“Tell me, Olga,” Natasha murmured, trailing a finger along Olga’s trembling navel, “have you ever been touched…here before?” Her fingertips skimmed the apex of Olga’s thighs, just grazing the damp lace.

Olga shook her head, emerald eyes wide. “Never…”

Natasha leaned in, sampling the heat of Olga’s breath on her cheek. “Would you like me to touch you? To make you feel pleasure beyond your wildest imaginings?”

“Yes,” Olga whispered. “Please…”

Slowly, Natasha peeled away the barriers that separated her from the nubile body beneath her. She dragged a hungry tongue along the cups of Olga’s bra, nuzzling aside the lace to catch a rosy nipple between her teeth. Down, down she kissed, tasting the sweat and sweetness of Olga’s skin until her lips were pressed against the heat of the girl’s need.

Natasha looked up to meet Olga’s eyes as she ran a long finger teasingly along the slick folds. “You’re so wet,” she breathed, before parting the glistening petals and sinking her thumb deep inside.

Olga bucked beneath her, a strangled moan falling from her lips. Natasha set upon her with renewed vigor, stroking and pumping, reaching deep with one hand while the other pinched and teased at Olga’s sensitive nipples. That magical thumb found the aching peak of Olga’s clit and circled the turgid nub until the girl was writhing in ecstasy.

Natasha watched with hungry eyes as Olga exploded, body arching as the pleasure crashed over her in devastating waves. Her velvety sheath pulsed and fluttered around Natasha’s fingers as she rode out her climax, golden hair thrashing on the blood red pillow.

When Olga collapsed back, gasping, Natasha collected her quivering body into her arms. “That’s just the beginning, my sweet,” Natasha whispered, tenderly brushing a damp curl off Olga’s face. “I’m going to teach you to worship a woman’s body and receive the same sacred honor. You have so much exploration ahead of you…”

Natasha had discovered a hidden passion and Olga would be her prize pupil. The masseuse held the virginal girl close and knew that she would never let her go.