Sensual Massage

She stretches out, skin slick with oil, and Jane’s curves take up the whole table. The masseur works his thumbs into the small of her back, then lower, palming each ripe cheek until they glisten. He can’t help himself. His hands linger, sinking into that full, perfect ass like he’s been waiting all day for the privilege. Every slow circle he draws makes the flesh quiver under his fingers. When she rolls onto her back, her tits spread wide and heavy, nipples already stiff. He smooths oil over them, cupping and lifting, watching the way they spill between his spread fingers. The touch turns greedy. He squeezes, rolls, pinches until she sighs and arches up, offering more. Jane reaches for him. She tugs his cock free and wraps her lips around the head without asking. Warm, wet suction pulls him deeper while her tongue works the underside in lazy strokes. His hips jerk once, twice. She takes it all, cheeks hollowing, spit sliding down the shaft to her knuckles. The table creaks under her weight as he fucks her mouth in short, careful thrusts. Her breasts sway with every bob of her head, heavy and perfect, catching the light. When he finally pulls out, glistening, they’re both breathing hard, both exactly where they want to be.