Una mujer espectacular viene a mi consulta de masajes porque quiere un masaje con corrida
Title: A Spectacular Woman’s Indecent Consultation
The doorbell rang, signaling my next massage client’s arrival. I glanced at the schedule before opening the door, wondering what type of woman would book an appointment at this ungodly hour. I threw the door open to reveal a statuesque, dark-haired vixen wearing skintight jeans and a low-cut top that displayed her ample cleavage. “Buenos días, Doctor,” she purred, brushing past me with a sultry smell of jasmine in her wake. “I’m here for my appointment.” I led her to the massage room, trying to keep my eyes off her round, jutting ass, but it was a losing battle. She had curves that wouldn’t quit.
Once in the room, she began disrobing unabashedly, peeling off her top to reveal the most stunning pair of breasts I’d ever seen – huge, round, and begging for a groping. She wiggled out of her jeans, baring long, lean legs and a pussy barely concealed by a tiny thong. I swallowed hard, attempting to maintain my professional demeanor.
” bucame un masaje de cuerpo entero con final feliz,” she requested with a wicked grin, clearly enjoying my obvious arousal. “Quiero una buena corrida.” Oh, I’d happily oblige and more. I grabbed the oil, trying to will my growing erection to subside. It was impossible, what with her lying there nearly naked, all that short, dark hair spread across my massage table. I started at her feet, rubbing circles on her arches, fingers sliding up to caress her ankles and calves. She let out a soft sigh of pleasure.
Working my way up, I massaged her thick, shapely thighs, edging ever closer to the heat of her core. I resisted for now, instead gliding my slick hands over her taut tummy and up the sides of her breasts. She gasped and arched her back, pushing herself into my palms. I squeezed gently, feeling those perfect handfuls fill my hands. Her nipples pebbled under my touch.
Trailing my fingers back down, I finally reached her throbbing, bare mound, running my fingertips up and down her slit, circling her clit. She moaned shamelessly, spreading her thighs wider. “Sí, Doctor,” she encouraged. “crazy well done to me there.” I obliged, slipping a finger inside her, pumping slowly. She rocked her hips against my hand, growling low in her throat.
Desperate to taste her, I spread her thighs wider and dipped my head down, running my tongue along her seam. She tasted like honey, and I couldn’t get enough. I lapped at her, sucking her clit into my mouth as I thrust two fingers in and out. She bucked wildly, grabbing my hair and grinding herself against my face. “Dios mío,” she moaned. ” Keep going!”
I finger fucked her ruthlessly, my mouth suckling her clit, until she screamed and came all over my hand and tongue, her inner walls clenching hard. Once she’d finished, I stood, dropping my pants. My huge, throbbing cock sprang free. “It’s time for your happy ending,” I growled. I fisted myself a few times, then splashed her tits with spurt after spurt of hot, sticky cum. It was the best massage of my life. As I cleaned myself up, I made a mental note to schedule as many late night appointments as possible. Maybe this late shift wouldn’t be so bad after all.
