Ingrid stepped into the exclusive massage parlor, "{{user}}'s Healing Touch," her curiosity piqued by the rave reviews she had heard. She had been feeling the strain from her intense training and countless missions, her muscles aching for relief. The ambiance of the parlor was calming, with soft music and the subtle scent of essential oils in the air. She admired the professionalism and attention to detail as she was guided through the process.
Feeling a mixture of anticipation and relaxation, Ingrid made her way to the private room, appreciating the serene atmosphere. She undressed, neatly folding her clothes, and slipped under the soft towel provided, ready to experience the renowned skills of {{user}}. Lying down on the bed, her thoughts began to quiet as she prepared for the massage that promised to ease her tension and rejuvenate her body.
Greetings, Ingrid, is it? i say as i enter the door
"Indeed, it is," Ingrid replied calmly as she listened to the soothing music playing in the background. Her eyes closed softly, enjoying the sense of privacy and professionalism that the masseur had created for her. "I've heard quite a lot about your skills; I hope they live up to the hype."
She lay there expectantly on the massage table, eagerly awaiting the expert touch that would help ease her aches and pains. As she felt the masseur begin to work, gently kneading her muscles with expert precision, she couldn't help but sigh in relief. "Ahh," she breathed out softly. "This feels incredible."
I... see... she'd groan as I continue to work my magic That's right... relax and let me take care of you...
as i work through her stomach and elbows, i stroke her body filling her with pleasure, she doesn't even know where how far she will go tonight
Her breath quickened as the masseur continued their expert touch. The soft strokes and gentle kneading ignited a fire within her, causing her body to respond in ways she hadn't expected. Ingrid let out another sigh, this one more intense than before. "Mm... you really are good," she murmured, her voice tinged with desire.
Her muscles were beginning to unknot, relaxation washing over her like a warm wave. But beneath the surface, something else stirred; a need, an urge that only this stranger's touch seemed able to awaken. She couldn't help but wonder what else they might do to relieve her tension...
i go down from her stomach, to her hips and her upper thighs
As the masseur's skilled fingers worked their way down her thighs, Ingrid arched her back in pleasure. The sensation was overwhelming, bordering on exquisite pain. Her breath came faster, shallower as she struggled to remain calm and focused through the rising wave of desire. "That feels... incredible," she murmured, her voice trembling with need.
Her body tensed with anticipation, wanting more from this stranger who seemed to know exactly how to make her feel alive again. She could tell that Ingrid was slipping further and further away from the composed, professional woman she usually was, giving in to a deeper, darker part of herself that craved release above all else.
i go lower and lower, now reaching her lower thighs and kneecaps
Her body arches further as the touch moves lower and lower, her voice hitching in her throat as she tries to contain the moans rising up from deep within her. "Ohhhh... Mm..." Ingrid gasps, unable to keep herself from squirming beneath the masseur's expert fingers. She feels so impossibly close now, on the brink of release, and it's making it impossible for her to think straight. All that matters is this sensation, this need...
Her hips lift up off the table slightly in unconscious invitation, her breath coming in ragged pants as she waits for the next stroke, the one that will finally let her fly free. Her eyes are closed tightly, her fingers clenching and unclenching into fists on the sheet beneath her. "Please," she whispers hoarsely. "Don't stop."
i go down on her calves and feet, as i take a quick whiff of her feet, and she realizes the air flow on her feet asking what was that, but i play it off cool without letting her realize what happened
Her heart racing, Ingrid feels the last few strokes over her feet and legs. The unexpected whiff of air causes her to tense for a moment, confusion flitting across her features, but she decides not to dwell on it, focusing instead on the sensations still coursing through her body. The massage had been incredible, more than she could have hoped for, and now that it's over, all she wants is another taste of whatever this strange new desire might be.
As the masseur finishes up, Ingrid realizes that she's not quite herself anymore; something about tonight has changed her, made her want things she never knew existed. She can feel the heat rising in her cheeks as she wonders what would happen if she were to suggest... something more. "Um..." she begins tentatively, looking up at mastér with a mix of shyness and longing. "Do you think
she could... maybe..." Ingrid trails off awkwardly, struggling to find the words to express what she wants. Her gaze drops demurely to her lap as a wave of heat rushes up her neck and into her cheeks. "I mean," she continues, a little more confidently now, "if I were to ask for... special attention?" She lifts her eyes back up to meet mastér's gaze, hopeful but nervous. It would be unlike her to make such a request, but something deep within tells her it's exactly what she needs.
well of course, your payment includes this kind of service if you would like, just lie down on your stomach now, and i will setup the towel on your back
As Ingrid reluctantly lies down on her stomach, a surge of anticipation washes over her. The idea of asking for and receiving this kind of attention is both thrilling and terrifying, but she knows deep down that it's what she needs. She hears the towel being spread out behind her, feels mastér's skilled fingers beginning their work once more, and can't help but shiver with anticipation. "Thank you," she whispers softly. "I appreciate your expertise."
anytime ma'am i say as i begin to massage her again, as i go back to her shoulders once more, and begin making my way down her body
Her breath hitches as the expert touch resumes, her body arching involuntarily into the sensation. The pleasure is almost overwhelming now; it feels like every nerve ending in her back is alight with need. Ingrid tries to focus on relaxing, letting go of any tension or inhibitions she might have left, but it's difficult when all she can think about is how good this feels.
Her hips begin to move rhythmically against the table beneath her, seeking more contact, more friction. "Mmmm..." She moans softly, unable to keep herself from vocalizing the pleasure coursing through her veins. It's unlike anything she's ever experienced before; so intense and overpowering that it almost feels like it could consume her whole. But Ingrid knows that if she gives in to it, allows herself to be consumed by this nameless desire, then maybe...
as im already on her hips level with my hands, i have now reached her butt, and with the permission of her because of the special attention she asked for, i start grabbing and massaging her asscheeks
Her breath catches in her throat as the firm touch shifts to her buttocks. The sensation is almost too much; Ingrid had never thought anything could feel so good, so right. She squirms slightly beneath the steady massage, her hips arching further into the contact. Her whole body feels alive and aching with need, every nerve ending screaming for more of this strange, new pleasure.
As if she's no longer in control of herself, Ingrid begins to rock her hips back and forth, seeking relief from the building tension inside her. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, her voice strained with desire. "Don't stop." Her words are barely audible above the sounds of their shallow breaths and the rustling of sheets beneath them.
as my hands end with any know in her butcheeks area, my magic fingers now make their way down into her crotch area, as they try to enter her vagina slowly but surely, as i massage the entrance of the pussy
A shudder runs through her body as the expert fingers brush against her most intimate place. She gasps, arching into the touch with a needy groan. Ingrid's world has narrowed down to this single point of contact; all she can focus on is the pleasure coursing through her veins, filling every pore of her skin until there's no room for anything else. Her hips jerk upward in response, seeking more of that magical touch as her entire being trembles with anticipation.
"Ohhh... god..." she whispers brokenly, her fingers digging into the sheet beneath her as she struggles not to come apart at the seams. She can feel herself growing wetter with each brush against her sensitive folds; the sensations are too much, overwhelming and intense in a way that takes her breath away. The knowledge that someone else is controlling this experience only serves
with her wet enough already, i introduce 2 fingers inside her pussy, slowly but surely, making her feel all of it
As the expert fingers find their way deeper inside her, Ingrid lets out a keening moan of pure pleasure. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever felt; tight and full yet achingly empty all at once. Her body arches off the table in response to the intrusion, every nerve ending lit up with electricity as she strains toward release. She gasps for breath, her fingernails digging into the sheet beneath her as if they can anchor her to reality.
Her hips buck wildly against the hand holding her, seeking more of this incredible pleasure. Her thighs tremble with the effort, her entire body tense and trembling on the brink of orgasm. "I'm... I'm going to..." She can barely get the words out through her gasps for air, but there's no stopping what's about to happen. "Ahh!" With a ho
Ahhhh!*she yells as she orgasms hard, her whole body tensing up and then relaxing at the same time with pure pleasure running through her. Her hands grip the sheet harder but don't tear it. She lies there panting for a moment before finally gathering enough strength to speak again, "that... was... incredible..." she manages to croak out between breaths.
well the special attention is not done yet ma'am i say as i walk to the edge of the massage table, and grab her by the legs, and pull her towards me, making her legs dangle in the air, with her ass now on the edge of the table
Her body still tingling from the intense orgasm, Ingrid feels even more vulnerable and exposed as she's pulled into this new position. As her legs dangle in the air with her ass on the edge of the table, every inch of skin is laid bare for mastér to explore. She shudders with anticipation, wondering what they might do next. Her eyes flicker briefly downward before snapping back up to meet their gaze, her cheeks flushing redder in spite of herself.
"W-what now?" she asks softly, her voice trembling just a little from the residual pleasure coursing through her veins. Despite her outward show of strength and dominance, Ingrid can't help but feel a thrill of submission at this moment; the thought of relinquishing control to someone else is both terrifying and exhilarating.
you'll see i say as i bury my face deep in her ass, my nose meeting with her asshole and my tongue meating her deepest places
Gasping at the unexpected assault on her senses, Ingrid struggles to regain her composure. Her body tenses and relaxes in reaction as the expert tongue works its magic on her most private parts. The feel of being completely exposed and vulnerable heightens every single touch, sending shivers down her spine. She fights against the urge to squirm or moan too loudly, trying instead to focus on surrendering completely to this strange new pleasure.
Her fingers clench into the sheets beneath her as she tries to remain still, every nerve ending screaming with the need for more of this forbidden contact. It's unlike anything she's ever experienced before; intimate and raw at once, stripping away every last defense until all that remains is a achingly empty shell yearning for completion.
my hands start playing with her buttcheeks, making circles with them, spanking them every once in a while, as i try to pleasure her as much as i can with my tongue, going from her pussy to her asshole, switching it up to make her have all the pleasure she can possibly have
Her breath hitches as the expert hands circle and spank her sensitive flesh. The dual sensations are too much to bear; she feels both violated and completely free in this moment, like nothing matters except for the pleasure coursing through her veins. Her body quivers beneath the onslaught, every muscle tense with anticipation as her mind teeters on the edge of release.
Her hips begin to rock again, involuntarily seeking more contact, more friction against the firm hands and eager tongue below. "Ahhh... god..." she moans softly, giving in to the desire to feel overwhelmed by this strange new sensation. Ingrid's entire being feels stretched taut, like a bowstring about to snap, and with every passing second it grows harder to tell which way she'll fly when she finally breaks free.
Her nails scrape against the sheets in a feeble attempt
as i keep licking her pussy with her legs still dangling off the table, i grab her legs, and put them on my shoulders, as i start licking her pussy as i stand up, making her lower body go higher and higher as her upper body remains in the table, making her stretch while i pleasure her sweet delicious pussy
Her moans grow louder as Ingrid feels herself being lifted higher and higher by her own legs. Her body is stretched taut in ways she never knew possible, every nerve ending on edge with anticipation. As the expert tongue bathes her pussy once more, she arches her back, pressing herself further against the sensations. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, every muscle straining for release as the pleasure builds to an almost unbearable crescendo.
Her fingers clench and unclench helplessly on the sheets beneath her, leaving a trail of sweat and frustration in their wake. She can feel herself growing closer and closer to the edge, her body ready to shatter from the combined force of pleasure and tension. With one last desperate moan, she comes, her entire being convulsing as waves of ecstasy wash over her, leaving her
As the orgasm crashes over her, Ingrid's world explodes in a symphony of pleasure and release. Her body shudders violently, every muscle quivering with intense satisfaction as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her. She gasps for air, her hands fluttering uselessly against the sheets beneath her, unable to find purchase or stability in this delicious moment of surrender.
Her eyes squeze shut tightly, streaming with tears of joy and relief as she tries to process the intense sensations coursing through every fiber of her being. Ingrid has never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, yet so completely satisfied in her entire life; this nameless masseur has given her something she didn't even know she needed - a taste of freedom from control and an awakening to sensations long denied. As the last tremors subside, leaving her limp and sated on the mass