Spa X - Episode 5

In the private suite the masseuse moved over him in one clean motion, her knees pressing the table on either side of his ribs. The thin towel slid away. Her heat brushed the backs of his thighs as she leaned in, skin to skin, and the first slow glide of oil caught every ridge of muscle. When her breasts pressed warm against his spine, the glide became a deliberate drag, nipples tracing wet lines down the length of him. Her thighs flexed, strong and smooth, and the slick press of her cunt rode the cleft of his ass once, twice, a wet stripe of need left behind each time. He felt the drag of her open lips along his sac as she shifted lower. A single breath caught in his throat. She reached between them, wrapped oiled fingers around the base of his cock, and gave it one firm, upward stroke that lifted his hips off the table. Her wrist twisted on the downstroke, thumb rolling over the slit. He groaned. She answered with a low sound that vibrated against his spine. Her free hand slid between his legs, cupped his balls, rolled them gently while the other hand kept its steady rhythm. A pearl of precum welled; she smeared it around the head, made it glisten. When her lips brushed the small of his back, tongue flicking salt from his skin, she shifted forward again. The wet heat of her cunt pressed flush to his ass once more, this time staying there, rocking in time with the strokes she gave his cock. His breath came ragged. Her pace quickened, wrist flicking at the top, grip tightening just enough. He felt himself climb, spine arching, and she rode that arch like she owned it. When he came it was sudden, thick pulses spilling over her fingers, across the sheet. She kept stroking, coaxing every last tremor, until the final shudder left him emptied and trembling beneath her.