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“Oh, Aaron!” Tessa moaned, arching her back. Aaron raised his head and lowered his hand to stroke Tessa’s coochie. One of his fingers traced her butthole while he plunged two into her entrance. “I’m not your husband, ma’am. I’m your master masseur-” “Master!” Tessa cried out, her body shuddering from the pleasure she was feeling. He removed his fingers and delivered a sharp tap to her ass and then rubbed the red spot soothingly. “I must say, Ma’am. You have a fine ass. Your husband is a very lucky man.”

The locker room had become a prison of steam, sweat, and unrelenting lust. Alex could barely stand after the shower marathon, his legs shaking violently as residual cum continued to trickle down his inner thighs despite the water. His hole felt ruined—puffy, sore, and strangely empty now that Jax had finally pulled out. Every breath sent a throb through his overstimulated body, his prostate hypersensitive from the repeated poundings. The hot water had long since washed away most of the visible evidence, but the deep ache inside him remained, a constant reminder of how thoroughly he had been claimed.

At the front desk, a woman with smooth skin and perfectly parted lips took her coupon, scanning it with a knowing smile. “I’ll get James.” She blinked. “Oh—I was hoping for a female masseuse.” The receptionist gestured toward a sleek black sign on the counter. “That would be an additional $500. The coupon only applies to James.” Her lips parted in hesitation. Her mind flashed to her OB-GYN—male. Clinical. Professional. She nodded. “It’s my first massage,” she added, as if needing to explain. The woman’s smile curved. “He’ll take very good care of you.”

“Layla.” “No, hear me out! He’s a private gynecologist. Dr. Jay Lee. He’s discreet. Professional. Smart as hell. And he looks like a Korean actor, I doubt you’ll be needing any touching to get wet.” I blinked. “So, hot.” “So hot he could bring a nun out of celibacy.” “Layla.” “I’m serious!” she laughed. “He helped me once. You know… when I had that little ‘reaction’ to my ex’s latex kink—”

Carter was incredibly sexy. His towel had slipped off, exposing everything, and fuck, what a sight it was. His cock was thick and long. And it was so hard it drew up tight to his belly button, smearing precum all over his abs. My own dick twitched when I saw the pink head leaking a steady stream of his jizz. Noah was so fucking responsive, it was insane. I’ve never met any dude who leaked so much precum just because of a massage. But even then, the idiot gritted out. “Cut it out, Dorian. I…I’m not gay.”

“When you are masturbating, do it well. Your semen is all covered on the counter and that act just want me to cut of your balls and fuck you with it ” Ray turned his head back, smiled at the young man whose secret had been discovered and proceeded to the number written on the paper. This was an illegal brothel where gays, bisexual and lesbians come to ease off their sexual urges, therefore, their security was top notch. He walked down the hallways filled with seductive moaning, cums on the floor and even squirting lesbians banging each other. He rapidly moved to the room, barged in and closed the door. He was pretty getting nauseated by the site of their sex and had to calm his beast side. T

Then those expert hands journeyed down to her bum cheeks, which were kneaded gently but firmly before traveling down her thighs, legs, and feet. As the massage progressed, Vivian noticed that she was gradually getting turned on. She looked over at where Oscar was getting his massage and was pleasantly surprised to see that he was lying on his back. He had a full-blown erection which his masseuse was dutifully stroking with oiled hands. And here I was, almost feeling guilty for being horny. Meanwhile, my boyfriend is getting a handjob right under my nose. Traitor! She didn’t feel jealous that Oscar was letting the other lady massage his dick. After all, this was an erotic massage session, so

The room was very simple: just a nuru massage mattress, a table with the gels, and next to the table stood a man whom I eyed from toe to head. He had his work clothes, sports trousers with their brand, and a golf shirt also in their brand; he looked so simple, with perfectly trimmed hair, a trimmed beard, pink lips, and eyes of an angel. My god, he was beautiful, even more beautiful, as from his trousers I could see his bulge. That friend did mention they did this as a way to keep female clients coming back. Well, from what I was seeing, I was definitely coming back; that cock was huge. I didn't even need him to be good in bed; I'll ride him myself. All I ask is he has some good amount of sp

Taking the opportunity, I slipped my finger into his ass, and he jerked, pulling away. Panting, his gaze locked onto mine. “I need you to relax, baby. I need to loosen you up so it doesn’t hurt when I’m inside you.” He bit his bottom lip, and I swear my erection doubled. “Shouldn’t you use lube?” “Yeah, but we don’t have any, and it’s going to be really painful if we don’t…” “I have some,” he replied abruptly. I stared at him, and he quickly explained. “I got it from the convenience store a few days ago.” Then he lowered his head, fiddling with his fingers. “I was curious about gay sex, so I watched some p**n… and, huh… you know, lube and stuff.”

Daddy had booked a private couple’s treatment room. Once the masseuse left us alone after setting up, Daddy smiled with dark satisfaction. “Lie down on the massage table, babygirl. On your stomach first.” I obeyed, lying face down. Daddy immediately turned the vibrator higher. The professional masseuse returned and began working on my back and shoulders. As her skilled hands moved over my body, Daddy controlled the toys remotely. He changed the patterns on the plug slow, deep pulses, then sudden sharp vibrations — while the vibrator hummed steadily against my G-spot.