Petite Masseuse Squirts 65x On Huge Cock And Squirts Out Creampie, INSANE!!!!
The petite masseuse couldn’t believe her eyes when the burly, well-endowed client walked into the room. His mammoth cock protruded obscenely from his towel, demanding attention. She licked her lips, her tiny pussy glistening with anticipation. It had been far too long since she’d seen such a lovely specimen.
“On the table, sir,” she whispered, beckoning him with a crooked finger. “I’ll have you purring in no time.”
As he lay face down, she drizzled massage oil over his muscular back, kneading and stroking firmly. Her fingers assuredly worked their way lower, teasing the small of his back, then lower still. She could feel the heat radiating from his cock, practically begging for her touch.
Unable to resist, she reached between his legs and grasped his girthy manhood in her tiny hand. Emboldened by his approving moan, she stroked his shaft, click-clacking her acrylic nails along the sensitive underside.
“Turn over,” she cooed. “Let me take proper care of you.”
The client flipped over eagerly, his cock now fully erect and pointing accusatorially towards the ceiling. The petite masseuse gasped at the sheer size of it, her pussy clenching in greedy need. Before she could stop herself, she was straddling his hips, teasing his tip along her slick slit.
Slowly, sensuously, she sank down onto his immense cock, her wet heat enveloping him inch by excruciating inch. A guttural moan tore from her throat as he stretched her beyond belief, reforming her insides to fit his generous size.
As she began to ride, her petite body trembled and quaked. Each thrust, each grind against his pelvis sent shockwaves of ecstasy through her core. She could feel him pulsing inside her, swelling with wanton need.
She bounced faster, driving his cock into her hungry cunt. Her breasts jiggled hypnotically, sweat glistening between them. The steady slap of their bodies meeting, along with their breathy pants and wanton cries, filled the room with a symphony of erotic bliss.
The petite masseuse felt the tell-tale thrum of an impending orgasm build deep in her core. Distantly, she heard the client grunting beneath her, politely warning of his impending release. She nodded, too far gone to form words, too focused on chasing that sweet oblivion.
With a ragged cry, her climax slammed into her, tearing through her petite body in a wave of bliss. Her cunt clenched around the client, pulsing, milking, as she squirted wildly, soaking his pelvis and the massage table beneath them.
Distantly, she felt the tell-tale throb of his own orgasm, heard his roar of completion. Her pussy contracting around him, she squirted again, coating his softening member and thighs with her creamy essence.
Aftershocks wracked her body, leaving her boneless and slumped against his chest. She could feel his heart hammering beneath her cheek, his breath sawing in and out of his lungs. Gently, almost reverently, she kissed his sweat-sheened pecs, nuzzling into his warmth.
The client’s hands stroked down her back, making soothing shapes across her sweat-dampened skin. He smiled at her, a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes. She returned it, sleepily stretching against him.
“What a wonderful idea,” she said with a raspy giggle, “a massage.”
He laughed, low and deep, pulling her closer against his side. “I’ll certainly be visiting again,” he promised, “if you can squeeze me in.”
Smiling against his chest, the petite masseuse drifted off to sleep, already anticipating their next session.
