*I wrote this in weird tense and only realised later. I’m also too lazy to change it now :) I hope it’s still an enjoyable read!*
It started with her following a social media account – a massage provider somewhere in LA that gave sensual massages to keen, scantily-dressed women.
Her curiosity piqued, and her mind wandered into more devious territory. She surprised herself with her zest – to find out more, and to experience it for herself.
She started watching massage porn. Fantasizing about laying face down on that massage table. About about feeling warm oily hands roam her tender skin, massaging the tension away from every square inch of her body.
Her pussy tingled with excitement imagining warm oil trickling down her inner thighs, grazing her lips, while strong hands oiled up her butt.
She would already be wet, heat emanating from her core. Her pussy yearned for it now.
She’d raise her hips into the air subconsciously, enhancing my view of her exposed holes – but more importantly, seeking stimulation where she needed it most.
The tease would kill her, she knew that. And yet, it was exactly what she desired.
And when she’d moaned and squirmed and begged – hell, maybe even screamed in hot, sensual frustration – maybe then she would be rewarded.
First with a finger, expertly teasing her entrance, playing with her lips. Then entering her. Then two fingers, then three, each would slide in so easily. Filling her up, until she could finally let out that satisfied groan.
The anticipation as she would feel my other arm wrap around her waist, fingers finding their way to her clit from beneath her. Her desperate, throbbing clit, begging for attention.
Sinking into waves of pleasure, she wouldn’t be able to help but moan as my fingers explored the insides of her pussy. Massaging her various spots, fueled by her body’s reactions as her orgasm built.
And then, when she’d feel my hard cock pressing against her thigh, that moment would push her over the edge. Her hips convulsing as she’d cum on my hand, flooding my fingers with her delicious juices.
And I would continue playing with her pussy as she’d come down from her climax, knowing her desperate pussy will want more.
This time, she would raise her ass a little higher into the air, and reach around to spread her cheeks apart. Exposing her holes, her cum glistening on her lips, even in the low light.
“Please fuck me, Sir. Fuck me rough and hard until I have to beg you to stop.”
And fuck her I would, until she’d cream over my cock more times than we could count. And until she’d be left in a puddle of our own juices, thoroughly satisfied and yet, somehow, craving more.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wtvcke/mf_she_had_a_sensual_massage_fetish
What was that social media account?