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In the dimly lit booth, a single spotlight illuminated Kamren Kelly’s delicate, oiled hands as they glided across the taut muscles of her client’s back. The scene was set in the heart of Shady Spa, a dingy establishment that lurked in the shadows of the city’s seedier side. It was no ordinary spa – here, the massage therapists were renowned for their hidden talents, offering “extras” that went beyond the usual boundaries.

Kamren, with her raven hair cascading down her back and her piercing green eyes, was one of the best at her craft. She had a way of making men putty in her skilled hands, her touch a tantalizing mixture of soothing relief and forbidden desire.

Her client today was a middle-aged man, his gut spilling over the waistband of his ill-fitting boxers. He had a nervous energy about him, his eyes darting around the room as if expecting someone to burst in and catch them in the act.

Kamren ignored his discomfort, focusing instead on the task at hand. She started with a deep tissue massage, her fingers digging into the knots and tension of his back. She could feel him relax under her touch, his breathing becoming more regular as the stress fled his body.

As she worked her way down his back, she could feel the tension shift. His breathing hitched as her hands dipped lower and lower, teasing the edge of his boxers. He shifted, his hips lifting slightly off the table in anticipation.

With a coy smile, Kamren slid her hands inside his boxers, her fingers deftly finding his already hardening member. She gave him a slow, deliberate pump, feeling him throb under her touch. The man let out a low groan, his body responding to her skilled ministrations.

Kamren picked up the pace, her hand working in tandem with her other hand that had found its way to his heavy balls. She massaged and squeezed, rolling them in her palm while her other hand stroked his hard length. The double stimulation had him squirming on the table, his breath coming in short gasps.

Emboldened by his reactions, Kamren decided to take things up a notch. She removed her hands from his boxers, only to grasp the waistband and pull them down. His cock sprung free, standing at attention, glistening with pre-cum at the tip.

Without missing a beat, Kamren wrapped her hands around him, one-handed pumping from root to tip. She leaned in close, her breasts pressing against his back as she whispered hotly in his ear, “Just relax and let me take care of you.”

With that, she lavished her attention on his throbbing cock, one hand gripping him firmly while the other occasionally dipped between his legs to massage his perineum. The dual stimulation was almost too much for him to bear, his hips bucking up to meet her strokes.

Kamren changed her technique, using a twisting motion as she stroked, her other hand gently rolling his balls. She could feel his whole body tensing, his abs clenching as the pleasure built up inside him.

With a final squeeze and a deft flick of her wrist, she sent him over the edge. His back arched as he came undone, spurt after spurt of hot seed coating her hands. Kamren milked him through each wave, continuing to stroke until he was completely sated.

Finally, as the last tremor passed through his body, Kamren reached for a towel to clean them both up. With a wink and a particularly naughty smile, she collected her earnings and let herself out, already looking forward to her next customer.