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Title: A Naughty Thai Encounter in the Massage Parlor

In the sultry, dimly lit corridors of a bustling Bangkok massage parlor, a young Thai woman named Kwan smiled coyly as she led her client, a portly middle-aged man, into one of the private rooms. The man, whom she knew as Mr. Prachak, was a regular customer who frequented the establishment specifically for her services.

As Kwan closed the door behind them, Prachak wasted no time in stripping down to his boxers, revealing his podgy belly and flabby chest. Kwan helped him onto the massage table, her petite frame contrasting with his bulk. She couldn’t help but notice the sizeable bulge straining against the fabric of his tight underwear.

“Want help you first okay?” Kwan asked in her sweet, lilting voice, already reaching out to tug at the waistband of Prachak’s boxers. The man nodded enthusiastically, his face flushed with anticipation as she pulled down his underwear, springing free his impressive manhood.

Kwan swallowed hard, her eyes widening at the sight of Prachak’s massive, semi-erect cock. It was thick and veiny, the meaty shaft crowned with a purple, engorged glans. She had gone to pleasure many customers, but none were as well-endowed as this man.

“Lie back down sir,” Kwan instructed, climbing onto the table and straddling Prachak’s hips. She squirted some warm massage oil onto her hands and began rubbing it all over the man’s girthy member, from base to tip. Prachak groaned in delight, his cock pulsing and expanding further under Kwan’s deft touch.

“Mmmm, you like little Kwan’s hand?” She cooed, giving Prachak’s shaft a few firm pumps. “I make you feel so good tonight.”

Prachak could only grunt in response, his eyes glued to Kwan’s perky breasts straining against her tight, black teddy. The sheer fabric revealed tantalizing glimpses of her dusky nipples. He longed to reach out and grope her, but he knew the rules – he could not touch her unless she allowed it.

Kwan worked the massage oil generously up and down Prachak’s impressive length, her slender fingers barely able to encircle its thickness. The man’s arousal was evident from his heavy breathing and the way his hips bucked slightly upwards into Kwan’s touch.

“Ohhh Kwan…” He moaned, reaching out to stroke her soft, velvety skin. Kwan however, playfully swatted his hand away.

“No touch, remember?” She chided him coyly, giving his cock an extra firm stroke. “You be good, then I make you feel even better.”

Beads of sweat broke out on Prachak’s brow as Kwan maintained her teasing touches along his shaft. His balls tightened, the pressure building rapidly. He was close to climax already.

“Ahhh, Kwan!” Prachak gasped, his cock jerking erratically, “I…I think I…” But Kwan intuitively understood, releasing the man’s member just in time. She watched with fascination as jets of hot, sticky cum exploded from Prachak’s slit, splattering all over his stomach and chest.

“Ohhh!” Prachak gritted his teeth, flushed from his intense, hasty release. Kwan quickly grabbed some tissues and began to clean up his mess.

“Sorry, Kwan..” He panted, “You made me feel so good, I could not help myself. You didn’t even have to…”

“Aww, it’s okay!” Kwan reassured him with a giggle, tossing the soiled tissues into a nearby waste bin, “For the price you pay Miss Kaew, is good you come quickly. So you have strength to do second round later!”

Prachak laughed, flushing at the young girl’s suggestiveness. She was such a sweet, innocent-looking thing, and yet spoke like a mature, worldly sensual courtesan. He eagerly awaited his second round.

With that, Kwan expertly cleaned up her customer and set about giving a proper, full-body massage. She rubbed trained hands all over Prachak’s hairy body, working out kinks in his shoulders and back. The man soon drifted into a blissful, lust-dazed stupor, savoring Kwan’s talents.

The massage went on for nearly an hour until the charming girl was satisfied that her customer had thoroughly enjoyed himself. After Prachak had redressed and paid for a more-than-generous tip, he bid Kwan farewell and left the room with a spring in his step.

Kwan allowed herself a satisfied smile. She loved her work, even if the idea of it was scandalous in proper Thai society. As he wife at home, only her husband got to see her delightful body. But as a secret sensual massage mistress, she had the unique opportunity to indulge in such naughty fun with many different men, while still being a devoted mother and housewife.

She wondered who would be her next lucky client. The night was young, and Miss Kaew’s massage parlor still had plenty of amorous customers waiting to be pampered by the lovely little Kwan and her talented, tiny hands.