Swedish felisie gives massage with happy ending
Title: A Sensual Swedish Massage with a Happy Ending
As the door to the massage parlor swung open, a tantalizing aroma of lavender and sandalwood greeted me, mixed with the subtle musk of a woman’s perfume. The dim lights and soft jazz music created an atmosphere of sensual relaxation, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of anticipation that coursed through my body.
“Welcome,” a sultry voice purred from the shadows. “You must be John. I’m Felisie.”
As she stepped into the light, my breath caught in my throat. Felisie was a walking embodiment of Scandinavian beauty, with her flowing blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, and a figure that could make a grown man weep. Her white robe clung to her curves in all the right places, hinting at the delights that lay beneath.
“Come, let me show you to the massage room,” Felisie guided me down the hall, her hips swaying with each step. The room was bathed in a soothing glow, with soft towels and scented oils waiting on the massage table.
“Please, disrobe and lie down on the table,” Felisie instructed, her voice like honey. As I complied, I felt her strong hands begin to knead the tension from my shoulders. Her touch was skilled and firm, easing the knots that had plagued me for weeks. But as she worked her way down my back, I felt a stirring in my loins. Felisie’s hands seemed to linger, her fingers tracing delicate patterns that sent shivers down my spine.
As she reached my lower back, Felisie whispered, “Turn over, please.” I complied, and as her robe fell open, my eyes widened. Her breasts were full and firm, nipples hard with arousal. She straddled me, her wetness pressing against my hardening manhood as she continues to massage my chest.
“Does this feel good?” Felisie purred, her hips grinding against mine in a deliciously slow rhythm. “I want to make you feel amazing.”
“Yes,” I gasped, my hands gripping her hips. Felisie leaned down, her blonde hair cascading around us as she captured my lips in a searing kiss. Our tongues danced, exploring and teasing as our passion grew.
Suddenly, Felisie broke the kiss and slid down my body. Her blonde head dipped between my legs, and I moaned in ecstasy as her hot mouth enveloped my throbbing member. She worked me with skill, my shaft disappearing between her luscious lips as her hand pumps my base.
“God, Felisie,” I gasped, my hands fisting in her silky hair. “You’re incredible.”
She released me with a wicked grin, licking her lips. “Don’t say a word. Just enjoy, my darling.”
With that, she rose and straddled me once more. Guiding my cock to her slick entrance, she sank down, enveloping me in her velvety heat. We both cried out in pleasure as she began to ride me, her breasts bouncing hypnotically with each thrust.
“Fuck me,” Felisie demanded, her nails digging into my chest. “Harder.”
I complied, pounding into her willing body with abandon. The room filled with the sounds of our lovemaking – the slap of skin against skin, our moans and cries of pleasure.
Suddenly, Felisie threw her head back, her blonde hair cascading down her back as she came undone above me. “Yes, John! Don’t stop!”
Her exultation sent me over the edge, and I spilled myself deep inside her with a shout of ecstasy. We rode out our orgasms together, bodies twitching and trembling with the force of our climax.
Finally, Felisie collapsed on top of me, her ear resting over my racing heartbeat. We lay there, panting and basking in the afterglow of our passionate encounter.
“That was amazing,” I whispered, stroking her hair.
Felisie propped herself up on my chest, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “The best part, my darling, is that it’s not over yet.”
My eyes widened as she slid down my body once more, licking her way back to my swiftly hardening cock. “Happy ending, remember?” Felisie winked. “I always take care of my clients.”
And with that, the Swedish goddess began her work once more, bringing me to the brink of ecstasy and beyond, over and over again, until long after the last of the scented oils had been used up.
