The boss's wife was fucked to orgasm by her own employee (urban life adult novel)

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Thank you for allowing me to become a formal member. I felt very tired recently, so I took a hot spring bath in a leisure villa owned by my husband. Because I heard from my husband that the massage here is good, I also wanted to try it out. After bathing for half an hour, I climbed out of the hot spring, wrapped myself in a bath towel and returned to my room.

When I returned to the room, a waitress was already waiting for me. Because I have never been to my husband's business and never told him that I was coming, no one here knows me. They only know that I am a very beautiful and noble young woman.

"Guest, please have a drink first." Seeing me come in, the lady handed me a glass of red drink, then closed the back door of the room and drew the curtains, "Please wait a moment, the masseur will be here soon."

"So she's not a masseuse..." I thought a little nervously as I drank my drink.

"Would you please lie down on the bed first?" The lady came forward and supported me.

"Oh..." I had no choice but to go to the bed and climb on it awkwardly.

"Is this your first massage?" The lady saw my nervousness and said, "Please don't be nervous, sir."

"Okay..." I blushed.

"Please take off your bath towel, turn over and lie on the bed, okay?" The lady's voice was very soft, but every word made my heart beat.

After the lady helped me take off the bath towel, I turned around and took out a set of underwear from my luggage. When I put on the elegant white lace panties and was about to put on the bra, the lady stopped me with a smile.

"Guest, you cannot wear underwear during massage, otherwise the effect of acupoint massage will be compromised!"

I had no choice but to put the bra back into my luggage, and then lay on the bed wearing only my elegant white lace panties, secretly blaming myself in my heart, wondering why I could do something so embarrassing.

The waitress smiled secretly and covered my lower body with a square white towel.

"Please wait a moment, the masseur will be here soon." After saying that, she walked out of the room.

I was the only one left in the room, lying quietly on the bed with my back exposed.

At this moment, I feel so regretful that I start blaming myself again. Just when I was about to back out, the door was pushed open. With a "click" the door closed, a person walked in.

I turned my head while lying on the bed and saw the masseur, a waiter in his twenties, coming in. He was wearing a white uniform, a bit like a doctor's uniform.

"The masseur is a man!?" I was shocked and my face turned red. Do you want me to get a massage from a man naked?

At this point, I couldn't even get up or lie down, I was so embarrassed and ashamed. I wanted to tell the masseuse that I was the wife of their chairman, but I didn't know how to say it. Watching the masseur walk to the bed, I could only bury my head in the special breathable pillow in shame and lie quietly on the bed like a lamb to be slaughtered.

"Dear guest, the masseur will now start massaging you." Listening to the gentle voice of the masseur,
I just felt a chill on my exposed hips.

The masseur didn't seem to notice my shame, and of course he didn't think that I was the wife of their chairman.
He stood respectfully beside the bed, gently holding my left arm with both hands, and his ten fingers gently kneading the flesh on my arm.

At this moment, my heart beat faster and faster, and I became more and more frightened.

The masseur's fingers started massaging my left arm at the shoulder, then slowly moved down to my elbow, lower arm, wrist, palm, and finally to my fingers. Then his fingers massaged again in the opposite direction, all the way back to my left shoulder.

"Sir, could you please relax a little?" Noticing that my body was a little stiff, the experienced masseur spoke to me softly. At the same time, he put his palms together and gently tapped my left arm, up and down along my hand several times, gradually increasing the strength.

When I heard the masseur's words, my face became even hotter and I felt extremely ashamed. But the masseur asked me to do so, so I had to try my best to control my nervousness. I buried my head tightly in the breathable pillow, closed my eyes and tried to take deep breaths to relieve my tension.

Maybe the masseur was really a highly skilled masseur. During the brief massage of my left arm, he quickly found the right strength for me based on my body's reaction. Start to gradually increase the strength, and pay attention to the combination of light and heavy, and grasp the acupoints very accurately. After a while, my arm felt comfortable and relaxed with only slight pain.

After stretching and shaking the five fingers of my left hand, the masseur held my entire left arm, and with the shoulder joint as the center and the elbow as the bending point, he gently flexed, pushed and stretched my left arm.

With the occasional slight "click" sound, I felt all the joints in my left arm stretching and moving. An indescribable feeling of comfort spread from my left arm to my brain and spread throughout my body.

In just a few minutes, I felt a comfort I had never experienced before. As my body relaxes,
My muscles and joints became soft and relaxed, and my heart gradually calmed down.

Maybe there is no need to be nervous at all! I thought silently in my heart, as if I was laughing at myself, that the embarrassment and nervousness I just felt were completely unnecessary.

At this time, the masseur put down my left arm, walked around the head of the bed to the other side of the bed, and gently sat on the edge of the bed.
Then he reached out and held my right arm and began to massage my right hand. Likewise, my right arm experienced the exact same sensation as my left.

After massaging my arms, the masseur pressed my shoulders with both hands, kneading them slowly with a little force.

Then, as I moaned with comfort, his hands began to knead my back vigorously, sometimes kneading the cervical vertebrae behind my neck, sometimes pressing on my shoulder and cheekbones, sometimes pinching my lumbar vertebrae, and sometimes stroking my waist. Occasionally, when sensitive parts are touched, such as the armpits or waist, I feel a little worried and ashamed, but I try to control my emotions.

Sometimes I thought to myself that the masseur must have massaged many people, and if I was too shy, I would seem stingy and might even be laughed at. After having this thought, even I was surprised why I became so concerned about my reputation. As a wife, I actually had such willful thoughts about having such intimate skin contact with a strange man. This seems incredible to me in my daily life.

However, at this moment my brain has slowly become swollen and hot, and a fire seems to be burning deep in the cerebral cortex, and my body no longer seems to resist this strange and intimate contact. Could it be that...

I vaguely felt that the drink I just drank might have an aphrodisiac effect, but my brain was too late to think about it. While tapping in this relaxing and comfortable feeling, my nerves completely relaxed, my breathing became light and even, and my thoughts began to blur.

It wasn't until I suddenly felt a slight pain in an acupuncture point on my back that I came to my senses a little. When I opened my eyes, I realized that the masseur had climbed onto the bed at some point and was kneeling beside me, massaging my back.

Immersed in the beauty, I didn't seem to have time to care about these things. I exhaled gently and closed my eyes again.
Quietly enjoying the massage from the masseur.

"Sir, please lie down. The second section is now..." The masseur's voice seemed to float into my ears from a distant place. I hummed softly as a response.

Just when I was feeling a little dizzy, I suddenly felt a chill in my lower body - the masseur had lifted the bath towel covering my lower body.

At this time, I was so hot-headed and confused that I realized that I was only wearing a pair of white lace panties on my lower body. Moreover, this panties was translucent, tight and thin. If the masseur lifted my bath towel, wouldn't he be able to see the mystery and curves of my lower body?

"Wait..." I struggled to break free from the pleasant feeling in my brain and shouted out two words with all my strength.
But the masseur had actually sat astride my legs and pressed down on my plump, round buttocks with both hands.

"Customer, please don't move..." The masseur saw that I wanted to get up, so he said in a slightly reproachful tone, while stopping my twisting with both hands.

"What are you doing..." I wanted to say something else, but the masseur's hands had already begun to rub my hips and waist vigorously.

Is this also considered a massage?

I found it incredible, and the momentary feeling of shame suddenly made me sober up a lot. But the masseur actually sat on my legs and spoke in a blaming tone. If I stood up like this, people would probably think I was immature or uninformed. Maybe they will blame me for taking other people's kindness as a bad thing. But, after all, the masseuse was touching my important parts. Was I just going to let this stranger touch my butt?

My mind was in a mess and I didn't know how to respond.

At this moment, I suddenly felt a tenderness in the root of my thigh that penetrated into my muscles and bones, and I immediately screamed out.

It turned out that the masseur was pinching the main tendon at the base of my thigh. Maybe he used too much force, or maybe I didn't exercise my thighs enough, so it started to hurt after being pinched like this.

"Does it hurt? I'm sorry! Masseur, please be gentler... like this... look..." Seeing this, the masseur hurriedly apologized, while gently rubbing my thighs with his fingers. At the intersection of the graceful hip curve, in front of the translucent lace crotch, the man's fingers slowly stroked the young woman's white and smooth thighs.

This time the force was lighter, and I didn't feel as much pain as before, but that blow still left me with a lingering fear.

"My dear, your thighs are a little stiff..." the masseur said while massaging, "Is it because your thighs have never been stimulated, or have your legs been stimulated recently..."

"No..." Hearing this, my heart trembled. Thinking of what had happened in the past few days, I suddenly felt panicked and responded hurriedly.

"It seems that this place needs more massage..."

“…”

At this point, I didn't dare to say anything. I could only lie down on the bed and let the masseur massage my legs.

The masseur opened his palms and wrapped them around my left thigh, kneading the soft muscles beneath my delicate skin while squeezing the acupuncture points and nerves on my leg, from my thigh, over my knee, all the way to my calf. He then gently lifted my ankle, gently turned my foot, and then lightly scratched my sole with his fingernails. Just as a feeling of comfort was gradually rising in my heart, his hands let go of my feet and continued massaging along the original route all the way to my thighs.

Afterwards, the masseur covered my buttocks with his palms, and grabbed and kneaded the tender and plump buttocks through the thin lace panties. If the previous movements were like massage, then the masseur's movements now were more like caressing. Because there are no acupoints on the buttocks, and the masseur's rubbing of my buttocks didn't seem to have much to do with massage.

But I am no longer aware of this at the moment. Ever since my entire left leg was massaged from top to bottom by the masseur, a hint of sweetness and warmth has gradually grown in my heart, and accumulated more and more, and my heart has also secretly changed without my knowing it.

Especially when the masseur's hands approached my mysterious canyon back garden, I felt my lower body trembling and tightening, and ripples appeared in the deep passage, and a sweet and hot feeling appeared. These feelings were transmitted to my brain through the nerves throughout my body, intermittently and vaguely, until the elusive feeling of comfort took over my mind, and the initial concerns and shame had long been thrown out of my mind.

Is this a massage? It turns out that massage feels so wonderful!

The feeling was so strange that I couldn't find any words to describe or praise it. At this moment, the masseur began to massage my right leg.

Just now, when I was intoxicated in the feeling of pleasure, the masseur took off his white uniform as quickly as possible, revealing his naked upper body and tight sports shorts. Then, he quickly took my right leg,
There was hardly any pause for me. The mood is also getting high, the state is getting excited, and I am completely ready.
Let's have a massage battle.

Then the masseur seemed to intentionally slow down the massage speed and began to manipulate my right leg slowly and leisurely.

My consciousness was completely focused on the masseur's hands, and as the masseur's hands moved up and down, my emotions also fluctuated. When the masseur's hands returned to my butt and began to play with my noble buttocks and expensive panties, I was almost impulsive and about to fall into a coma. The increasingly strong stimulation made my lower body feel hot as if it was burning. My vagina had already secreted love fluid, and the wet mucus even flowed onto my engorged labia.

If I was still conscious at this time, I should be able to find that my thin lace panties had already been soaked by the mucus from my lower body and the sweat all over my body. The originally translucent pants were almost useless after being soaked. I should even realize that from the masseur's perspective, my most mysterious reproductive part covered with fluff can be seen clearly.

However, the comfort and sensory stimulation all over my body had completely clouded my brain, and coupled with the effect of the drink, I felt my whole body getting hotter and hotter, and my head was getting swollen...

"Would you please sit up with your back to the masseur, dear guest?"

Just when I was completely unable to control myself, the masseur stood up from behind me, then bent one leg and gently half-knelt behind me.

"Oh..." I simply forgot my situation and position and did not make any objection to the masseur's request.

As if pursuing the beauty just now, I straightened my body and numbly knelt on the bed. The masseur's hand reached out from behind to support my waist and gently pulled me into his arms. I moaned and leaned my body back, leaning on the masseur's chest, my snow-white and tender back almost touching his bronze pectoral muscles.

"Now begins the third session, three-dimensional massage..." As he spoke, the masseur's hands had already moved to my back, massaging back and forth from the neck to the waist, with occasional "pa pa" slapping sounds.

I couldn't help but moan, and my body swayed with the masseur's movements.

The masseur is indeed a highly skilled massage master, and he can press almost every acupoint very accurately and with just the right amount of force. I knelt on the bed with my hands hanging down, chest out and stomach in, enjoying the masseur's high-level massage as if in a dream, and had forgotten everything around me.

What I enjoyed most was that the masseuse asked me to raise my hands above my head, while she sat behind me and spread out her hands to push and rub both sides of my body up and down, moving back and forth between my ribs and armpits. During the intense movement, her fingers would sometimes extend very forward and occasionally touch the outer edge of my breast. The strange, lightning-like touch made me distracted, and all the nerves in my body seemed to stand up, and my body trembled with impulse.

I closed my eyes and didn't have the courage to look down. Because I know that my nipples are shamelessly erect.

But now I don’t have any aversion to such provocation at all. My head was already filled with raging flames. On the contrary, deep down in my heart, I was even looking forward to such provocations coming again and again.

Observing my attitude, a hint of cunning flashed in the masseur's eyes and a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. I understand that at this point, I should be able to fully enjoy this reserved and plump female guest tonight.

When his hand reached my armpit again, he suddenly stretched out his hand, reached forward, and hugged the lower edge of my breasts from behind. In order to cover it up, he quickly used his fingers to scratch the delicate skin under my breasts.

"Ah... that's not good..." I frowned and twisted my upper body instinctively, but my reaction was not intense at all.

My noble breasts were attacked by a strange man, and my reaction was completely unlike what a young woman should behave.

When the masseur's fingers climbed up to the top of my snow-white breasts and kept drawing circles around the two tender, red and hard nipples with his nails, I raised my head tremblingly and leaned my body into the masseur's arms.

Smelling my refreshing body fragrance, the masseur finally showed a smile of success on his face. It has been confirmed that tonight,
This introverted young woman will completely submit to the manipulation of this strange man.

The masseuse confidently kneaded my nipples with her index finger and thumb, and pressed the part of her underwear that was stretched like a tent tightly against my buttocks. The protruding part of the tent gently rubbed my sweaty lace underwear.

"Ah!..." I shamefully raised my breasts higher, chasing the pleasure on my nipples, while secretly lifting up my white, round buttocks and twisting them annoyingly, as if I wanted to take the masseur's tent into my buttocks.

"Let's start the fourth section..." The masseur whispered in my ear with a devilish voice, "Tongue tip massage..."

After saying that, he put his arm around my shoulders and twisted my body towards him. Just when I was feeling empty and confused because of the sudden loss of touch, the masseur's mouth blocked my mouth and kissed me.

"Don't be too anxious, just enjoy me slowly..." The masseur thought proudly in his heart, he had already won the game.

As we were sitting face to face, I was gently hugged by the upper body and fell into a sweet kiss that almost suffocated me.

As the masseur was grabbing and kneading my butt and inserting his tongue deeper, I suddenly woke up a little, because this shy posture made me suddenly remember my husband, and this was the last memory that could make me sober.

I struggled to open my eyes and instinctively covered my exposed breasts with my hands. As a married woman,
With my upper body naked and my plump breasts standing high, I was kneeling on an unfamiliar massage bed, and a strange man was holding me in his arms and kissing me passionately. After I opened my eyes, I suddenly felt embarrassed and something was wrong.

The masseur is just a waiter doing massage in the hotel. Why would I just sit here and let him do whatever he wants?

Just like at the beginning, I once again had doubts and even retreating thoughts in my mind: Why did I want to receive a massage? Why would you sit in front of a strange man wearing only a pair of thin lace panties? Why should you cover your breasts with your hands in front of your face out of shame?

Deep down in my heart, I had the idea of ​​pushing away and leaving more than once, but for some reason, I never did it because a feeling of swelling and heat was rising in my mind again, and the comfort brought by the massage and the slightly shy pleasure produced in my body made it impossible for me to open my mouth to stop the masseur's actions.

Also, the masseur was kissing me so hard on the lips that I couldn't open my mouth even if I wanted to.

This is just a relaxing massage and adjustment, which can help people stretch their whole body and release repressed energy, which is beneficial and harmless to the human body. The masseur made this solemn statement to me before the massage.

Since I didn't refuse the previous massage, how could I stop the masseur's work halfway now? Although this "tongue massage" was much more sensational than the previous one, I couldn't refuse it. If I suddenly ask to stop now, the masseur might think that I am complaining about my poor technique, and would that hurt her feelings?

When I thought of this, I closed my eyes again, and involuntarily immersed myself in those waves of strange and wonderful feelings again. I myself don’t know why such an idea came to my mind. Even though he was in a very embarrassing and shameful situation, he still had the mind to think about others. I feel really weird today. Not only do I feel hot all over, but I also have some strange thoughts in my head. What's going on?

While I was enjoying the feeling of the man's tongue rubbing against my mouth, I sighed in my heart in a daze.

Obviously, under the influence of confused thoughts and sensual impulses, I have completely forgotten one fact: the masseur's massage has long exceeded the normal range. As a wife, I have every reason to refuse this erotic massage. This is also a thought that I have never dared to think about.

At this moment, the masseur's lips suddenly released my mouth.

"Dear guest, please relax a little, okay?" He said softly while blowing hot air. "Don't be nervous.
You are enjoying the services of the masseurs..."

I was already intoxicated by the passionate kiss and was about to open my eyes when the masseur suddenly put his lips on my ear again and blew gently.

"Ah..." I trembled slightly.

The masseur's lips gently held the edge of my ear and she licked it with her tongue. The sweet feeling spread from my ear to my entire body like a wave.

Compared to the subtle massage just now, the pleasure caused by this method is hidden. To a certain extent, this kind of pleasure lurking inside the body and then sprouting from the mind can cause a stronger impact than directly appearing.

The masseur's lips slowly kissed down from my ears to my snow-white neck and soft shoulders.
After leaving a "sizzling" sound, the hot lips brushed across my chest and moved towards my breasts.
It even touched my hand that had been protecting my breast.

"Oh..." I couldn't help but raise my head and moan. I could feel my breasts were about to be attacked, and all the sexual nerves in my body were tense. Although I covered my breasts with my hands, my hands had almost lost their strength.
It is placed there purely symbolically and will be released immediately if touched lightly.

However, contrary to my expectations, the masseur's lips did not push my hands away and attack my breasts, but stopped on the skin below my neck.

The masseur's hands suddenly let go of my waist and slid down to my round buttocks.

"My dear, you have a great figure!" He raised his head from my breasts. "Among all the guests I've ever served, your butt is the most beautiful! Be more confident, okay?..." Perhaps to help me relax my tense nerves, the masseur said this with a smile on purpose. At the same time, he opened his big palms and gently kneaded my plump buttocks through my panties.

"Really?..." I answered blankly. My attention was completely focused on my breasts, as if I was nervously awaiting the masseur's attack.

"Would you please lean back?" the masseuse said, putting her face again in front of my chest and speaking breathlessly in front of my hands that were tightly guarding my breasts.

"Oh..." I felt the masseur's hands holding my waist again. Without thinking, I followed the masseur's movements and leaned my upper body back.

"Relax... Your posture can be more graceful..."

Despite this constant reassurance, my nerves were still tense. The longer the masseur delayed the attack on my breasts, the more my nerves became focused on them. My body gradually leaned back, but my elastic breasts were still raised high, without losing their beautiful shape. If I hadn't covered my breasts tightly with my hands, I'm afraid the masseur would have praised my breasts again.

The masseur finally lowered his head and attacked my breasts with his tongue. When the tip of his tongue touched my hand that was protecting my breast, my whole body trembled, my fingers seemed to collapse, and I completely relaxed the protection of my breast. The pink nipple was quietly revealed between the useless fingers.

However, the masseur did not attack the two pink nipples, nor my snow-white breasts.
But it was my hand that was barely resting on my breast.

For some reason, despite being nervous and trembling, I felt a little relieved. If the masseur had attacked my breasts, I would have been completely terrified. I seem to have forgotten my position. Because, as a wife, there is no reason for me to sit naked in front of a strange man, nor do I need to receive a massage, and I don’t need to worry about when the masseur will invade my breasts, buttocks or some more annoying organ.

However, at this moment my mind was completely occupied by a fiery feeling, and I couldn't think of any resistance.

The masseuse greedily took my fingers into his mouth and sucked them one by one, leaving my breasts completely exposed to his smug gaze. However, the hot and sticky tongue still did not attack the breasts, but licked from under the arm, from the fingertips along the elbow to my armpit.

"Oh my God..." My body suddenly trembled as if an electric current passed through it. I could no longer maintain my balance and fell flat on the bed.

The masseur, who was only wearing sports shorts, seized the opportunity, supported himself on the bed with his hands, lay over my almost naked body, and continued licking.

I never knew my armpits and elbows were so sensitive. The masseur licks with the tip of his tongue.
I accidentally developed a previously unknown erogenous zone!

As the masseur's tongue slid inch by inch over the fair and smooth skin of my arm, the erogenous zones that I had never paid attention to were discovered one by one. At this moment, I finally understand that the areas that can bring huge sensory impact to the body are not limited to sexual organs such as breasts and vulva. There are extremely sensitive reaction points hidden behind the ears, neck, armpits and even limbs.

However, at this moment I had no time to appreciate this new discovery, because the masseur's tongue and lips were fatally provoking these places, bringing up unprecedented pleasure. These are the parts that my husband would never caress or stimulate before.

When the masseur's tongue tip slid into my armpit and licked my light armpit hair, I couldn't help but scream. It seemed as if all the cells in my body were about to melt. This fresh and intense wonderful feeling almost threw me into the sky. The wonderful shock spread throughout the blood vessels in my body. My breasts, which were already plump and mature, were now shamelessly erected.

While licking, the masseur occasionally raised his eyes to glance at my hard and somewhat bloody nipples, and a cunning smile flashed across his face.

"My dear, in order to let you experience the essence of hot spring massage..." The masseur's mouth left my armpit,
He came to my chest, licked my belly, and said with a sizzling sound of saliva, "For the next service... you must enjoy it while crying... and keep moving your butt..."

"Ah!∼∼∼" I cried out like crying as I felt the masseur's tongue sliding across my lower abdomen and continuing to move downwards.

When the masseur raised his eyes proudly and looked at my upper body again, and looked at my shy face between my towering breasts, the tip of his tongue had already touched the upper edge of my lace panties.

I opened my mouth, bit the upper edge of the expensive panties, and gently pulled it down, and my beautiful young woman's thick black pubic hair appeared before my eyes.

Although my underwear was still on my lower body, the front of the underwear was torn off by the masseur's mouth.
My pubic hair was completely exposed.

When I felt my pubic hair suddenly exposed to the air, my whole body trembled, as if every nerve was tense, and I instinctively reached out my hands to my lower body. But my hand stopped moving when it reached my lower abdomen.
As if he had lost his courage.

As a traditional and self-respecting wife, I now expose my pubic hair in front of strangers and I don’t even have the courage to cover it up. I can’t explain why this is happening. But I didn't have to worry about anything afterwards, because as my head got hotter and hotter, my ability to think was gradually lost, and I didn't have to explain why this happened.

The masseur, holding the top of my panties in his mouth, proudly glanced over the thick, black pubic hair on my vulva. The close distance allowed him to clearly identify the rosy valley hidden deep in the pubic hair.

From the engorged and moist labia, the masseur could already feel the heat and restlessness emanating from the mature body in front of him.

If I insert it right now, this woman will definitely accept it with pleasure! The masseur thought to himself.

But the masseuse did not plan to do so immediately. She was waiting for a better opportunity to make this beautiful young woman even more crazy! Make me discard all my dignity and become your plaything completely!

Then he suddenly opened his mouth and let go of my underwear. The elasticity of the elastic band caused the upper edge of the underwear to shrink back immediately, and my wide-open vagina was back under the cover of the underwear. However, this kind of covering was of no use at all except to arouse men's stronger desire.

Just when I didn't understand the masseur's intention, the masseur's mouth had already reached my lower body, and he stretched out his tongue and slid gently down my right leg. "Ah~~~~" The sudden shock made me scream out again. I had no way to vent this strong impact, so I could only cover my mouth with one hand and twist my charming body desperately.

Just when I could hardly bear this indescribable pleasure, the masseur had already licked my ankles, opened his mouth, took the little toes of my slender feet into his mouth, and started sucking and licking them with his tongue, biting each toe one by one.

"Oh∼∼∼Oh∼∼∼" I frowned, bit my fingers with my teeth, and made a sound that was almost like crying.

An inexplicable pleasure rushed up from my toes, to my calves, knees, thighs, and crotch.
It spread all the way to the part of my body that was fortunately still covered by lace panties. In an instant, I felt a surge of spring in my vagina, and the crotch of my white lace panties seemed to be filled with heat. The panties, which were already translucent, became even more ineffective after getting wet, and my bulge became more obvious. The dense dark pubic hair on my vulva was almost completely exposed to the air.

As the masseur's tongue licked from my feet up again, every nerve in my body became completely excited.

When that snake-like tongue reached the inside of my thigh, I started crying as if I was about to collapse.
I bit my fingers until they turned purple, and my lower body was twisting wildly. The last bit of will to defend myself has been completely lost in my brain.

The masseur held my waist with his hands and his tongue mercilessly moved along my thighs towards the bulge where my legs met.

“Ah~~~~”

Just when I was so nervous that my whole body was boiling, the masseur's tongue unexpectedly passed over my wet and hot lower body, came to my smooth lower abdomen, and then licked my towering breasts.

As I continued to tremble, the masseur's tongue tip reached the bottom of my breast and he used his nose and lips to lightly and quickly rub the bottom edge of the nipple, causing the entire breast to vibrate slightly. The round and upright breasts stood up more than ever before, the red color of the areola continued to expand, and the nipples had already become unusually hard. My breasts were like a volcano ready to erupt with lust at any time.

"No matter who you are, please play with the masseur's breasts as hard as you can! And hold the masseur's ass tightly and ravage her as much as you can!" I shouted in my heart.

I can no longer extricate myself from lust.

However, the masseur would not let me have my way so easily.

The masseur was not in a hurry to caress and play with the breasts. Instead, he lightly touched the right nipple with the tip of his tongue, while pinching the left nipple with two fingers and shaking it.

This kind of hard-to-get teasing is undoubtedly cruel to a mature young woman. In less than a few seconds,
The sexuality hidden deep within my breasts was fully awakened, with a hint of excitement, a hint of pleasure, and a hint of greed. My lust had become so strong that no one could control it. Feeling the nipples becoming more erect after being numb and engorged, I trembled and shook my head left and right, screaming.

Just when I was about to go crazy, the masseur's tongue suddenly left my breasts and unexpectedly slid from my lower abdomen to my lower body at an extremely fast speed, and came to my silk panties.

I screamed as if I was thrown into the air, and my open thighs were stretched taut.

When the tip of my tongue reached the hair and labia hidden under the panties, my screams stopped instantly, and my whole body twitched violently instead.

It was from this moment that I completely forgot about my celebrity status, and the only thing in my mind was the strange man, the masseur.

The masseur's tongue tip touched my almost exposed petals through my panties.

"ah……"

I tensed my lower body and enthusiastically lifted my waist high off the bed, as if I wanted to clamp the masseur's head with my legs.
I was afraid that the masseur's lips would leave my noble vagina.

When the masseur's tongue tip reached the fleshy bud on my vagina through the silk cloth and drew circles around the bud with his tongue, I twisted my body wildly on the bed as if I had cramps, and the numb and sweet feeling quickly spread from that point to every corner of my body.

With my last miserable scream, a stream of hot liquid gushed out of my body and splashed on the thick pubic hair.

Looking at me who was enjoying the climax of foreplay, the masseur took off his shorts with a victorious smile on his face.

She straightened up, opened her arms and pulled me up from the bed, holding me in her arms, listening to my climaxing moans, and whispered in my ear, "My dear madam, please cheer up, okay?

Next, the fun officially began. “

"Oh...masseur..." I leaned weakly on the masseur's shoulder and whispered two words in an extremely enchanting voice.

"Please stand up and take off your underwear in the most charming way..." the masseur said with a smile, "Then,
While calling out the name of your husband or your dream lover, look at the masseur's rod and slowly straddle it..."

The masseur spread my legs and inserted his thick cock deep into the superstar's eager and muddy holy land. Soon, my moans became louder and louder at the masseur's frantic thrusts. I was no longer pretending, I seemed to be caught up in the intense pleasure that the masseur was bringing me. What my husband couldn't give me, a strange man is now giving me.

oh! ! The sound of puffing continued as the masseur pumped without restraint. However,
I am so beautiful, in my satisfied expression, in my sweet voice, in the performance of my bouncing breasts. He felt that he could no longer bear it.

In order to obtain greater pleasure for himself and to make the young woman under him obtain the greatest satisfaction and become his woman and sex slave. The masseur turned my body over and looked at my snow-white buttocks confidently.
And murmured to himself: Beautiful, so beautiful! Having said that, he thrust his cock into her again.

I seemed unprepared, and under the masseur's fierce thrusting, my body suddenly thrust forward, my head raised high, and I let out a shout that seemed to be of pleasure.

Hearing this cry, the masseur twitched, stretched out his hands and tightly grasped my plump breasts.
Kneading it wantonly.

Ah, it feels so good, baby, you performed really well, you are indeed a hungry mature woman! !

No, the masseur didn't. The masseur ignored me and continued thrusting at high speed. The sweat on his face and chest began to drip onto my white back.

I began to hear the masseur's breathing getting heavier, and I felt the penis pumping in my vagina getting bigger and hotter. I knew the masseur was about to cum.

No, don’t cum inside! ! I shouted in horror. The masseur ignored me and held my full breasts tightly.
I can't get away.

It’s almost there, it’s almost there! the masseur shouted.

No, please, don't! ! I shouted.

The masseur had gone crazy at this point, yelling and holding my breasts tightly with both hands.
He pressed his upper body hard on my back and inserted his cock all the way to the deepest part. The masseur came, deep inside me.
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