Russian beauty Domna Svistok massaged until orgasms

In the sultry, dimly lit room, the air was thick with the scent of jasmine and lavender. Soft, sensual music played in the background as a young Russian beauty lay draped across the massage table, thelicher risk of accidental exposure. Her name was Domna, and she was the epitome of youth and innocence, with her porcelain skin, long raven hair, and a face that could launch a thousand ships.

As Domna lay there, her breath coming in soft, even increments, another young woman entered the room. Her name was Katya, and she was the masseuse for the day. With a gentle smile on her full, pink lips, Katya approached the table and began to prepare her tools.

Domna stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open to catch a glimpse of Katya before closing once more. She was weary from her travels and eager to relax, to lose herself in the skilled hands of her masseuse. Katya began to massage Domna’s shoulders, her hands gliding over the soft, supple skin with a feather-light touch.

As Katya worked, she couldn’t help but admire the young woman beneath her hands. Domna was a vision of beauty, her lithe, nubile body hidden beneath a thin, satin sheet. Katya’s hands wandered lower, tracing the curve of Domna’s spine, the valley of her waist, the flare of her hips.

Domna sighed softly, a soft, contented sound that sent a shiver down Katya’s spine. She continued her massage, her touch growing bolder, more intimate. Her hands slipped beneath the sheet, caressing the smooth, bare skin of Domna’s thighs, her stomach, her breasts.

Domna gasped softly, her body tensing for a moment before relaxing once more. This was new, exciting, a sensation unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Katya’s hands felt so good on her skin, so warm and tender and knowing.

As Katya’s hands continued to explore, Domna felt a unfamiliar warmth begin to build between her thighs. She arched her back, pressing herself into Katya’s touch, aching for more. Katya oblige, her fingers gliding lower, lower, until they met the soft, slick folds of Domna’s virgin pussy.

Domna cried out, her hips bucking upwards as Katya’s fingers began to stroke and pet her most intimate place. The sensations were overwhelming, intense, unlike anything she had ever felt before. She could feel the pleasure building, coiling tight in her belly, threatening to consume her.

Katya continued to work, her fingers sliding deeper, stretching Domna’s tight virgin hole as she sought out that special spot that would send her over the edge. She found it quickly, and Domna’s body shuddered and convulsed as she came hard, her pussy clenching and fluttering around Katya’s invading fingers.

Domna lay there for a moment, gasping and panting, her body slick with sweat and trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Katya smiled, pleased with her work, and began to kiss her way up Domna’s body, her lips and tongue tracing the path that her hands had taken.

Domna whimpered softly, her body still sensitive and tingling. She wanted more, needed more, but she was unsure how to ask. Katya seemed to sense her desire, and she shifted her position, straddling Domna’s face as she continued to worship her body with her hands and mouth.

Domna’s eyes widened as Katya’s pussy came into view, the pink folds glistening with arousal. She had never been this close to another woman before, had never even considered the possibility. But as she caught the scent of Katya’s arousal, saw the way her body trembled with need, she knew that she wanted to taste her, to give her the same pleasure that she had just received.

She began to lick, tentatively at first, then with more confidence as Katya moaned and ground her hips against her face. Domna lapped at the slick folds, reveling in the sweet, musky taste of Katya’s essence. She swirled her tongue around the hardened bud of Katya’s clit, flicking and teasing until Katya’s thighs began to quiver.

Domna continued to eat Katya out, her inexperience more than made up for by her enthusiasm. She lapped and sucked and nibbled, her hands coming up to squeeze Katya’s firm, round ass. Katya rode her face harder, faster, her breath coming in harsh, ragged gasps.

With a final flick of Domna’s tongue, Katya came hard, her pussy clenching and spasming as she ground herself against Domna’s face. Domna lapped up her juices, savoring the taste of her first pussy, the knowledge that she had brought this beautiful woman to such heights of ecstasy.

They lay there for a moment, catching their breath, their bodies slick with sweat and the evidence of their mutual pleasure. Domna felt changed, transformed by the experience, like she had awoken to a whole new world of sensation and possibility.

As Katya helped her to dress, Domna knew that this was just the beginning. She had discovered a new side of herself, a side that craved the touch and taste of another woman. And she knew that she would seek it out again and again, eager to explore the boundaries of her own desire.

For now, though, she was content to bask in the afterglow of her first lesbian encounter, to savor the knowledge that she had been massaged until orgasm by the skilled hands and talented mouth of the beautiful Katya. It was a memory that she would cherish for a lifetime, a moment stolen in time that had changed her forever. The End