Kneading Flesh, Igniting Desires
Unbeknownst to her, Brightest-Loleta's masseuse has a hidden agenda. As she relaxes on the table, he begins to work his magic, his strong hands kneading her muscles, his touch growing firmer, more insistent. She moans softly, her body arching slightly, her nipples hardening against the thin fabric of her bra. He notices, his own body responding to her unspoken invitation. His hands stray lower, tracing the curve of her spine, the swell of her ass. She tenses briefly, then melts into the table, her legs parting slightly. He takes the hint, his fingers exploring her wet, slick folds, his thumb circling her clit. She gasps, her hips moving in response to his rhythm, her body tensing as she nears climax. Just as she's about to come, he stops, leaving her breathless and wanting more.