1. Breathless


    Date: 11/15/2017, Categories: Lesbian Sex, Mature, Author: scphen, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    on my tummy. I wriggle a bit to get comfy; then with my head turned to the side facing Jennifer, I watch as she prepares. She takes a bottle from a small pot of water, then dries it off with a towel. She then turns to face toward me, and pours a generous portion of what turns out to be nicely warm oil over my shoulder and down my back. As she starts to work the oil in with her soft-skinned, firm-muscled hands, Jennifer says in a low, breathy voice, "Now, Mrs. Miller, just relax. Loosen all of your muscles as much as you can, and let me do everything. You're here for one reason: To let me take care of you so you can leave feeling the most refreshed you've ever felt. Is this your first professional massage?" "The first one I've had with a masseuse", I reply. "Then I'll just have to work extra hard for it to be your best one, then!" She continues to spread the oil lightly over my back, then continues, "If you want to talk, that's of course fine. Otherwise, I'll be quiet so you can relax and enjoy yourself to the fullest. Okay?" Already I can feel tension draining from me, and my attention drifts; all I can do to respond is give an "Mmm-hmm." My eyes slowly begin to close in total surrender to the bliss. So Jennifer finishes spreading the massage oil over my back, and begin kneading my shoulders. Ohhhh, so wonderful! Her technique is so obviously professional, and attentive besides; her fingers never seem to tire as she works my shoulder and back muscles. It's deliciously ...
    relaxing. She works her way over my sides, her fingertips brushing my breasts tantalizingly before gliding back up over my shoulder blades, then down my waist and over the small of my back; this elicits a very heartfelt moan from me, as her thumbs work their magic on this tense knot of muscles. Jennifer pours more oil then kneads the sides of my bottom, pressing her palms into my cheeks before continuing on down onto the backs of my thighs; these she attacks with a will, and my moans of unfeigned pleasure are peppered with low yelps of pain as she pushes deep. She keeps this up over the backs of my knees, then over my calves, and onto my feet. Those she pulls and twists, moving hard over the sole and between each toe. It's at this point that I notice I am getting embarrassingly wet; it's not so much the juices pulsing out of me as it is the thick, musky scent wafting over my nose. I cringe inwardly; if I can smell it, I've no doubt Jennifer can as well...and I wonder what she must think of me. The sheer, wanton joy of this massage is arousing me in a non-sexual, but very intense way. I sigh silently, and think, "Well, nothing to be done for it now; I doubt she'll say anything about it, either." With that, I relax again. Jennifer finishes the divine kneading of my other foot, then glides her palms back up my legs; my pale skin is warm with her touch, and slick with glistening oil. She stops at my bottom again, this time massaging more firmly; around and around each cheek she goes, ...
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