Special massage service

Word traveled fast about Csoky’s hands. Women started dropping by for what the place promised and what they could never quite name out loud. Kira Queen had days to spare and a figure that filled every inch of her blouse. A friend whispered the address and she walked straight in, looking for more than a rub-down. Csoky met her at the door. She dropped her coat, let him see the heavy sway of her breasts, then asked for the full service, extra included. He locked the door, poured oil across her skin and worked it in with slow, steady pressure. Her breathing changed when his thumbs reached the cleft of her ass. She spread for him without being told, and he slid two slick fingers inside, opening her for what came next. Kira pushed back, taking him deeper until he replaced fingers with his cock, driving into her tight heat in steady strokes. She moaned, back arched, big tits pressed to the table. When he pulled out she dropped to her knees, took him in her mouth, tasting herself and the oil. He finished across her tongue and her lips, the last few spurts landing warm on her cheek. She licked the corner of her mouth, smiled, and already knew she’d be back.