Virgin Winslet reaches her first orgasms on massage

Title: “The Blonde Bombshell Meets Her Blissful Epiphany”

The prodigiously buxom and persistently demure Winslet finds herself under the expert hands of the petite but powerful masseuse Lila, in a spa that promises to help even the most reticent beauty blossom into orgasmic ecstasy. As a virgin, Winslet has never experienced the heights of pleasure that accompany sexual release – and Lila is determined to change that, on this very day.

Winslet lies naked on the massage table, her svelte petite frame covered only by a thin sheet blocking out her perky round breasts and her enticing bubble butt – for now. Lila, herself the picture of sensuality with her blonde locks and nubile figure, lubricates her fingertips with warm, scented oil. She sets to work, beginning with confidently kneading Winslet’s toned shoulders and slender neck. Butterflies dance in Winslet’s tummy as she feels Lila’s masseuse fingers work their magic.

“Does this feel okay, baby?” Lila purrs, her lush lips brushing Winslet’s ear. The vulnerable virgin nods, already drunk on sensation. Lila slides the sheet down, exposing Winslet’s rosebud nipples, pebble-hard with excitement. She traces tantalizing circles around the sensitive buds as Winslet gasps and writhes.

“Shh, just relax,” Lila coos, impatient to tutor this eager student in the art of pleasure. She works her way down Winslet’s milky thighs and delicately traces the davantage of her womanhood, making the sweet thing gasp with shock. Lila smirks to herself.

“Oh!” Winslet cries out, shocked and aroused in equal measure as Lila teases her most intimate place. She feels something coil tight inside her belly, desperate for release. “I think I…I feel something…” she stammers helplessly, stumned by the intense sensations.

“Let it happen,” Lila whispers invitingly, sliding a finger into Winslet’s heated entrance. The petite blonde whimpers with unfamiliar sensations, her hips lifting instinctively into Lila’s touch. It’s too much, too strange, and yet undeniably delicious. Lila strokes faster, feeling the girl’s tight passage starting to slick with lubrication.

Winslet’s breath comes faster, her chest heaving. Lila removes the sheet entirely now, drinking in the sight of the huddled, blushing beauty. She recruits her system wimmeting free as an act of final preparation. The spoiled cutie cries when finally the tutor masseuse gently slids her finger deep inside her virgin pussy. Yet, Lila’s tongue continues to lavish attention on the tender, button-like sex of the pretty virgin. Her able tongue swirls around the warm, puffy lips, occasionally dipping between them to flick out a few delicate touches to the projecting prepuce.

Winslet’s rich brown tresses whip against the pillow with the tossing of her refined proportions as the blonde’s relentless attentions cause a feeling to build up inside her midriff – a growing tension snapping tighter with each stroke against that hidden, sensitive knot above her cavern. At last, as the petite tutress takes the maiden’s sea-horse deep into her warm, wet mouth, this dam bursts with a violent spasm throughout the aristocrat’s undivided body. To her amazement, she spalshes up upon the petite beauty’s worshiping face the fiery cream of her very first climax. “AAAIIIEEEEE.” has always carried the meaning, ‘I am experiencing something I do not understand.” A curious gasp always sprays at first, but it is oddly muffled and almost blended with the practices from the firm. Powers of petrification of voyeurs, where The brave cutie did not schematize any pains between her silky-rushing inner walls anymore. Her knees drawing up to trap Lila’s face intimately in the scent, hot flesh of her youthful botanical garden after the eye-golveting mass of`s waving.

“It’s so…it’s mine…gahhh” The tiny blonde gave one final harsh gasp, before dropping down into a boneless heap, nestled cozily in the damp folds of the linemon. She sighed, trembling with the exhaustion of the legion of pleasure. Lila withdrew, eyes glinting with feminine mischief, confident that now Winslet was positively hooked on orgasms. The lesson was far from over…

Winslet’s petite body is slick with sweat and oil as she recovers from her orgasm, the pink flush on her creamy Alabster skin a testament to her arousal. Lila straddles the masseuse table, her curvy nude body close enough to brush against the trembling girl. She leans in, breath hot against Winslet’s ear.

“Ready for more?” Lila purrs. Winslet nods dumbly, too inexperienced to know how to refuse, too greedy to deny the promise of further ecstasy. Lila’s fingers slide into her dripping slit, now swollen and aching for more. She pumps rapidly, making the petite virgin buck and moan, blissful babbles falling from her lips.

Lila brings her other hand between her own legs, frigging her own erect clit as she finger-fucks the unwilling slut of pleasure. Winslet whimpers, overwhelmed by the dual sensations. Lila scoots forward, grinding her engorged sex against Winslet’s pouting mouth.

“Taste me, pretty little virgin,” Lila demands. “Put that sweet tongue to work.” Groaning, Winslet does as she’s told, lapping clumsily at Lila’s honeyed folds. Lila gasps, rocking her hips into Winslet’s face. The tang of the other woman’s arousal is heady on the inexperienced girl’s tongue.

Lila’s busy fingers take Winslet higher, circling her entrance maddeningly. Winslet wants more, craves the contact desperately. Lila ignores her needy squirming, determined to push her to the very edge before letting her fall over. She spreads the girl wider, exposing the tensing, quivering rosebud of her ans. Winslet squeals as Lila’s oiled fingers trace the scrunched, virgin ring of muscle. She squirms unsteadily, overcome by the intensity of touch.

“Sshh, I’ve got you,” Lila croons, pressing one slippery finger tip into Winslet’s fluttering orifice. The girl yelps, unfamiliar sensations sparking through her. Lila slides in to the first knuckle, giving her time to adjust to the stretch. She works in another finger slowly, pumping in and out.

“Oh g-god,” Winslet whimpers into Lila’s sexes as her own body clenches and unclenches, pleasure making her light-headed. Lila begins to scissors stretch her tight red rosebud, working a third oiled finger into the hesitant little blonde. Winslet cries out, bunching her fists in her own hair. Lila pumps into her slick, grasping channel until she’s arching up into the touch, panting whorishly. Only then does Lila press her thumb over Winslet’s sensitive clit.

The girl almost screams as her orgasm crashes into her, ripping through her in fierce, wrenching waves. Lila works her through it mercilessly, milking every last ounce of pleasure from Winslet’s responsive body. At last, she collapses back, shaking and spent.

Lila withdraws her fingers, bringing them to her own mouth to taste the essence of her conquest. She seals her glistening lips over Winslet’s and the petite virgin tastes herself, her own musky arousal. Groaning softly, she wraps her arms around Lila as the taller woman settles on top of her, fully entwined.

“That was…incredible,” Winslet whispers, awed by the heights Lila has brought her to. “Thank you.” Lila chuckles softly, her pussy brushing against Winslet’s in a instead, sending gratifying aftershocks through her oversensitized body.

“You’re welcome, my dear,” Lila purrs. “And this is only the beginning.” Winslet moans softly, ready to be educated again in the many, many ways she can climax.