Welcome To Board 12 .


Fantasy, Lesbian, Massage
You've had a really long week…you are totally stressed out and really looking forward to a much needed release….You walk of life into the massage parlor to check in….. as you give the Lady your figure, you notice a masseuse behind the drape, getting prepare, and you see that she has gorgeous long flowing blonde tomentum. You can just pass water out her tight fitting maroon masseuse rig and that the low cut pants hug her perfective tense little ass. The top hits her rightfulness at the top of her ass and For some rationality, you can conceive of her bent over the table with those bloomers down at her knees…."God"you think,"She really turns me on !"You immediately ask the lady if that masseuse is useable.



She says"yes"…."That's Samantha and she is your masseuse. Go get changed and she will meet you in room 12"…..



You're excited that this blonde is going to be rubbing you down in just a matter of minutes, so you go get changed. As you step out of the changing room, you notice that the rest of the place seems deserted. You walk down the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall past various closed threshold, anxious that someone knows you're turned on, and you quickly ill-use into way 12…..



When you walk in, it is hollow but the massage board is quick for you and there is a standard candle glow in the corner….it smells musky and sexy in the way and you start to get a little wet thinking about her bridge player rubbing oil all over you…



You slip off your gown and slip between the poise smooth sheets. You lie face down because you don't want her to see that your nipples are hard.



Several moment pass and you're uneasy that they've forgotten you, but you're so hot that you slip your manus underneath you, down, between your branch, and start to slowly rub your finger across your button ….so slowly that she won't notice when she comes in…. you feel yourself getting wetter and then you hear the doorway open so you freeze…..



In a deep soothing vocalization, The masseuse says"I'm Samantha, are you easy ?"



"Yes ”, you say,"very."



She says,"lets get started….. do you like it deep or gruntle ?"



"oceanic abyss"you say."Very hard, I'm so stressed out."You slowly move your hired hand so she won't see that you were touching yourself.



Samantha says"good, I hope I can assist you relieve that stress"… and she begins.



She starts to rub you through the tack and you hear the heart pip-squeak a few metre. She pulls the sheet down to your ass and places her cool deal on your binding, covering it with hot oil….she starts rubbing your dorsum and berm and you expect her to root for the tack back up, then off one leg at a time, but she pulls the sheet all the way down to your ankle joint and starts rubbing your back and legs at the same time…her hands running the full distance of your exposed body. You shiver a picayune and she asks"are you cold ?"…"no"you say…"it feels amazing"… she runs her hands back up your legs, grazing your inner thighs, … so you spread your wooden leg, just a little…and you're sure she knows how wet you are.

"Is this pressure level ok ?"she asks,"do you want me to go deeper ?"…..



"yes, abstruse"you reply and open your legs just a touching more. Her bridge player start to move up and down your thigh and, insanely, you start to hope that they will pretend their way eminent, and touch you….right there.



As she gets closer and closer you start to get hot and sweaty, practically set up to occur and she asks,"do you want to plough over ?"so you do. She places a masquerade over your heart, and all of a sudden her paw are on the top of your thighs, your stomach, your neck…..and she says"have you ever had your breasts massaged ?"…. you reply,"no, but I would like that, …a lot"and her work force start slowly caressing your tit.



You feel your nipples get hard and in nastiness of yourself you let out a groan.



Your hands grip the bed sheet beneath you as she rubs one tit and the other….going back and Forth, up the centre and around each one as you get wetter and wetter and to a greater extent and more out of breath….. she leans down and voicelessness,"are you quick for…. more ?"…

"Yes"you moan,"please, Thomas More"and you feel her oily manus slip down your belly and inside your second joint, …. slowly cupping your wetness, then back to your thigh, and back to your center again……she takes the middle fingerbreadth, of her right hand hand, as you spread your knees open, and she slips it inside of you….ever so slowly, in and out.…..then she pulls it out and starts rubbing your clitoris, sending your body into shivers…..she rub it back and Forth, back and forth, grazing you ever so gently as you grip the sheets harder and lose your breath…. She starts going faster as you move your hip joint to her calendar method of birth control, raising them off the table to meet her digit. Her early hand finds your nipple and she starts rubbing that at the same meter, driving you crazy ! ... ..she hold rubbing and rubbing until you can't take it anymore, and at the demand moment you're about to arrive, she plunges 2 finger inside you…… bringing you to climax as your hip drive her fingers deeper and deeper until you're shuddering on the tabular array, a sweaty, hot, fill mess…



She removes her fingers….covers you with the towel….and leaves. You decide you'll be back to room 12, existent soon !
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