You can see how much Rita Hytropop enjoys first time massage

Rita Hytropop, the delectable and eternally seductive Hungarian stunner, swings her lush hips as she walks into the massage parlor. Her heart is racing with anticipation, yet also fluttering with nervousness – today is the day she will experience her very first massage, and virginal Rita has no idea what she’s in for. Little does she suspect, it’ll be an erotic awakening unlike any she’s known!

Rita’s jaw drops as she lays eyes upon her massage therapist, a ruggedly handsome man with a lean, muscular physique and piercing eyes. He introduces himself as Damon and asks Rita to disrobe and lay face down on the table. Rita obeys, feeling a shiver of excitement as Damon’s fingers trail along her bare skin, spreading warm, scented oil onto her shoulders.

Ohhh, it feels so sensual, Rita thinks to herself as Damon begins to work on her back muscles. His strong hands kneading and caressing her, the slippery sensation of his oil-slicked palms gliding over every inch of her body. Rita is in pure bliss. Before she know it, she’s sighing and moaning softly into the massage table pillow.

Then Damon’s hands trail lower, down along the small of her back, his thumbs pressing and circling the faint dimples above her taut rear. He works lower still, his touch light yet deliberate, heading towards that secret, untouched place hidden between Rita’s thighs…

Rita clenches them together instinctively. This was going to be her very first intimate touch, from anyone! She feels both terrified and incredibly aroused at once. To her delight (and relief), Damon’s hands move to her lower legs instead, massaging the tension from the soles of her feet.

After countless moments of pure ecstasy, Damon flips Rita over onto her back. Her perky, supple breasts bounce ever so playfully. Damon’s eyes drink in the sight hungrily before he pours more oil into his hands and begins to knead and caress Rita’s ample bosom. Her nipples harden like delicious pink candy, erect beneath Damon’s well-practiced touch. Rita can’t contain her breathy moans of pleasure.

Damon’s sensual massage is making the virgin feeling things she’s never experienced before – tingling, aching, a deep throbbing between her thighs that’s reaching a fever pitch. Her pussy is positively drenched in her fresh juices. Damon works his way lower still, his fingers drifting over Rita’s taut tummy…

Finally, the moment arrives. Damon’s hands move to Rita’s delicate folds, parting them with tender, practiced touches. His fingers slide between her slick labia, probing her luscious, virgin lips. “Ohhh…” Rita gasps, back arching as Damon’s fingers dip into that soaked, secret entrance. He begins pumping them slowly, driving Rita wild with her very first taste of divine penetration. The room fills with her desperate keening cries of building ecstasy.

Rita’s hips undulate on their own accord, instinctively pushing against Damon’s hand. More, more, she craves. Damon obliges willingly, curling his fingers as he pumps them inside her. His thumb circles and flicks her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through Rita’s untouched body. Rita’s breath catches in her throat – she can feel it rising, building, an immense pressure inside her that’s about to burst…

“Oh god, oh god!” Rita cries out, her voice husky with lust. All the pent up frustration of her inexperienced years, all the long nights of lonely, fumbling touches, has been leading to this! This is her sexual awakening, her baptism by rapturous touch. Damon’s fingers are a writhing tide of pleasure inside her. Rita bucks and writhes on the table as orgasm crashes through her, wave after wave of almost painful ecstasy wrecking her nubile young body. Her pussy clenches on Damon’s fingers as she comes undone, scream

ing his name like a prayer. That delectable, lush pussy of hers is overwhelmed with sensation, its fresh nectar flooding Damon’s hand in pulsing, rhythmic contractions. It’s devastating. It’s holy. It shatters Rita, leaving her a wanton, luck-filled, panting mess in Damon’s strong arms.

As Rita comes back down to earth, satiated and blissed out, she realizes that this is only the beginning of an erotic awakening she’s desperately been craving. There are so many more pleasures waiting for her to experience, so much more of her divine, hungry body waiting to be explored. And between Damon’s capable hands, she knows she’s in the very best of place to receive the sensual education she’s yearning for. Rita smiles up at Damon, eyes twinkling with mirth and sated pleasure.

“When will we do this again?” Rita asks after a moment, voice husky. “Will it be tomorrow?” Damon nods in decadent agreement. Rita grins, already looking forward to round two of her naughty massage. After all, she’s still got quite a few virgin holes that need…deflowering. And Damon is more than willing to provide her with the orgasmically expert care she so richly deserves.