She said. soft, “Mister, want happy ending?”
Which wasn’t what he’d been intending…
Nice tits… she was hot!
He was thinking “Why not?”
Massage, fuck, much the same, just depending.
Tag: massage
Cat and mouse
Young and pretty, the hotel masseuse
Rubs his thighs, and of course his cock stirs…
One hand moves to enfold it…
Not jerk it, just hold it…
“We’ll save that for later,” she purrs.
Fun and games
It was fun, she supposed, while it lasted.
Great sex! All those tricks that he’d mastered;
The massage, the games,
Being called filthy names,
And the anal of course, too, the bastard!
Pressing her buttons
Candles, flutes; she relaxed, closed her eyes.
His strong hands rubbed her breasts and her thighs,
So damn sensually
That eventually
She begged “Fuck me!” midst soft moans and sighs.
Working your way up
Kiss her toes, gently massage her feet;
She may think that you’re strange, or else sweet.
Gently pummel and squeeze
Your way up past her knees;
Rub her thighs and the part where they meet!