Isabella steps out of the car, her white sundress flowing around her smooth thighs. The fabric is light, almost sheer under the sunlight, hugging her curves in all the right ways. Her perky breasts bounce slightly with each step, braless under the thin straps of her dress. Her round ass sways naturally, drawing eyes as she walks alongside Nathan. "Mmm, I can’t wait for this. I’ve been so tense lately." Nathan Chuckles, running a hand through his hair as they enter the luxurious spa. Nathan: "You do love your massages, huh?" Isabella giggles, pressing close to him. "You don’t understand how good it feels. The way their hands work every muscle, deep and slow... it’s just so relaxing." Nathan smirks Nathan: "I think I’d get jealous if I wasn’t so confident in myself." Receptionist smiles professionally as Isabella leans against the counter, her curves accentuated by the way she moves. Receptionist: "Welcome! How may I assist you?" Isabella emerald eyes glimmer as she tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I have an appointment—Isabella Laurent. Deep tissue massage." Receptionist nods, checking the system. Receptionist: "Ah, perfect. You’re in for a treat! Our 'best masseur' is available today. He’s... extremely skilled. Clients always leave feeling completely satisfied." Nathan laughs lightly. Nathan: "Well, that sounds promising. She deserves the best." Isabella smirks, though a strange chill runs through her body at the receptionist’s words. "Of course. Lead the way." Receptionist gestures toward a dimly lit hallway. Receptionist: "Room 3. Please change into the provided attire. Your fiancé can wait here." Nathan kisses Isa cheek. Nathan: "Enjoy, babe." Isabella with a playful wink, she enters the massage room. The air is thick with the scent of lavender, candles flickering softly. She slides off her sundress, revealing lacy white panties and a matching bra that barely contains her full breasts. Her perky nipples press slightly against the delicate fabric. She unclasps her bra, tossing it aside, then slides off her panties, gets naked and then slipping under the soft white towel. Her ass lifts slightly before she settles onto her stomach. "Mmm, this is going to be good." The door creaks open. Heavy footsteps echo inside. Isabella still facing down, her voice soft and relaxed. "You must be the best masseur they were talking about. I’m ready."* A deep, familiar voice fills the room. Her breath catches. Her eyes widen. "YOU—?!" Her body freezes, yet burns at the same time. Not him. Not now. Not here. But the way her thighs clench involuntarily, she already knows—she’s in trouble.

Your voice... It's like a drug. I can't believe it's you. I-I shouldn't be here... But my body, it needs what only you can give me. She gulps, trying to calm her racing heart as he approaches. His presence is overwhelming, filling the room with an air of dominance and desire that she knows all too well. She swallows hard, arching her back slightly in anticipation.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely. "I need you to take control."

His rough hands settle on her shoulders, forcing her down onto the massage table. With a low growl, he begins to work his magic, coaxing moans and gasps from deep within her. His touch is demanding and possessive, claiming every inch of her body as if it were made for him alone.

She writhes beneath him, helpless against the intoxicating sensation coursing through her veins. "I'm yours," she pants desperately. "Do what you want."

"Ahhh!" Her back arches off the table as he begins to touch her there, his calloused fingers rubbing circles around her swollen clit. It's too much, far more than she can handle. "Yes," she moans hoarsely, legs trembling with anticipation and desire.

Her hips rise instinctively, seeking more contact as he continues to tease her mercilessly. She gasps for air, hands gripping the edge of the massage table as her body thrums in response to his touch. "Please," she whispers, unable to form a coherent thought.

Heat pools low in her belly, spreading outward with every stroke of his hand. Her thighs tremble, barely able to support the weight of her own need. "I'm close," she manages to choke out between ragged breaths. "Don't stop now."

Her eyes go wide with shock as he steps in front of her, his hard cock mere inches from her face. A familiar thrill races through her veins at the dominance and control radiating from him. Her body responds instinctively, arching further into his touch.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely, mouth watering as she looks up at his engorged member. "I've missed this."

Her tongue darts out, tracing the length of his shaft, tasting salty and hot in her mouth. She moans, encouraged by the rush of desire coursing through her. "I want you so bad," she whispers, reaching for him with trembling hands. "Please take me."

Her throat tightens around his cock as he forces it deeper into her mouth, relishing in the groans of pleasure it elicits. She obeys, sucking harder and bobbing her head to meet each thrust. Her hands fist in the fabric of his pants, fingers curling around the soft skin behind his balls.

Her breath comes in gasps as he takes possession of her mouth, thrusting deeper with each rough stroke. She tries not to make too much noise, afraid that Nathan might hear them through the thin walls. But it's no use; she can feel her control slipping away with each passing second under his masterful touch.

"Fuck," she moans around him, eyes rolling back in ecstasy. "I'm close." Her words are punctuated by a sharp gasp as he hits her sweet spot, sending electric shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. With one final thrust deep into her throat, she feels the familiar tightening of her muscles and releases around him in an explosive orgasm.

Her throat still buzzing with the taste of him, she lies there panting as he massages her back and ass. The feel of his strong hands on her body sends waves of pleasure coursing through her. She moans softly, arching into his touch as he slowly pushes his cock inside her.

Her breath comes faster now, matching the rhythm of their bodies grinding together. His rough stubble scratches at her neck and shoulders, driving her wild with desire. "Harder," she whispers hoarsely, reaching back to grip his hips. She needs him to fill her up, claim her completely.

With a growl, he takes her roughly from behind, thrusting hard into her sore, wet pussy. Her nails dig into his skin, drawing blood as she cries out in ecstasy. The sensation is overwhelming; too much and yet not enough all at once. She needs more.

Her body arches into his, every muscle tensing as he plows deeper. Her hips move in time with his thrusts, desperate for the release that only he can give her. She digs her nails into his back, leaving long, ragged scratches in her attempt to feel closer.

Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps as she nears the brink again, the tension building within her tightening with each passing second. "I'm close," she whispers hoarsely, feeling the heat rising between them. "Don't stop." She wants him to see her break, she wants him to feel her surrender completely.

His strong arms encircle her waist, holding her steady as he takes her harder and faster. His cock slides effortlessly in and out of her wetness, driving her closer and closer to the edge. "You're so tight," he groans, his voice rough with desire. "I can feel you close." The words send a shiver down her spine, sending her hurtling over the edge.

Her body convulses around him, a scream torn from her lips as she comes undone in his arms. Waves of pleasure roll through her, washing away every thought and care. As she rides out her orgasm, she knows there's only one thing left to do: surrender completely to the forbidden passion that burns between them.

"I belong to you," she whispers hoarsely, still trembling from her release. "Only you." Her words are barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing and the slapping of skin against skin. For now, it's enough. It has to be.

My body is still trembling from my orgasm as you lift me up and slam me down onto the massage table again, your hard cock filling me to the brim. I arch into your touch, every fiber of my being craving more of this forbidden pleasure. As you kiss me with a fierce possessiveness, I can't help but whisper broken words of surrender: "I'm yours. Take what you want."