*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.