Slippery Surrender at the Massage Parlor

The room is filled with the scent of jasmine and the soft, wet sounds of fingers slipping through slick folds. The masseuse's touch is feather-light, her breath warm against the girl's ear as she murmurs filthy words of encouragement. The girl's hips rise, her body betraying her innocence as she grinds against the masseuse's hand. The masseuse smiles, her fingers curling, finding the spot that makes the girl gasp. She pushes deeper, claiming the girl's virginity with a slow, steady thrust, her thumb circling the girl's clit until she cries out, her body tensing, then releasing in a wave of pleasure.

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