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“Um, a deep tissue, please.” “Duration?” the receptionist asked. “Um, 60 minutes.” She smiled. “Alright then. I see you’ve already made your payment online.” She handed them a particular card, and then they got in. When they got to the lounge area, a man approached them. “Hello, I'm Maxwell, your masseur.” he said. Maya handed him the card. “Alright, Mr. and Mrs. Ashford. Okay, I’m your masseur. So, who are the two of you getting a massage together?”

“Don't try to seduce, bribe, or convince them because all of them are working under me…” “If you don't talk, will you die?” Hayden can't help but scowl loudly at Mason, and all he could hear was Mason's nerve-grating laughter, which made him swear under his breath. “Just wait and see!” He threatened before succumbing to destiny's hands. He promised that he'd pay Mason in installments. Hayden walked towards the five ladies in the inner bathroom, and there he saw an expensive portable therapeutic foldable massage bed, and next to it was a big foldable stand where all the things needed to give Hayden the best service were placed.

About ten minutes later we were in bed making love. It took me about a week to find a therapist that was black and willing to have me watch the massage. He was in his 40s and not in great shape but he was male and black. I didn't want to lose the momentum or the fun we were having so I arranged for him to come to our home one evening.

They were one of the rare hotels that honored requests for a male therapist. Emma loved the idea. With a week to go, I had plenty of time to set everything up. She booked the room and her massage herself, unaware of the rest of my plan. Next, I had to replace the hotel masseur. G****e made it easy. Searching “massage,” “male,” and “escort” brought up dozens of options, though most were aimed at male clients. I filtered for those who accepted female clients only. I checked photos and verified prior massage experience. The session had to feel authentic, even if it stayed a simple therapeutic touch.

It wasn't her way. "That confirms you haven't learned a damn thing," I sighed. I returned my attention to my gurney buddy. In case there is any confusion, all oil body massages between gender appropriate couples involves oral, pelvic and nipple stimulation with fingers and the tongue. Honestly, I read it somewhere. In the final climb to orgasm, my medic coughed up her name, Layla, then she gushed all over my hand. Aisha was about to bust a blood vessel she was so screwed up inside.

I took him to the inner chambers where i prepared the bath and we had a long chat so he would not be nervous. “So um, have you done this type of massage before?” His voice was shaky and he spoke with a slur but i could understand him and i could tell that he spoke from the side of nervousness which was expected. “Yes i have. I have been working as a as a masseur for years and i am guaranteeing that you can trust my services.” “Okay, please just help me feel good. I hope you are not straight?” “I am sorry sir but does my sexuality affect my services?”

When contact was made, he moved the head of his cock up and down, to better spread the Aqualube, before pushing forward and wedging the end inside the ring of muscles at the opening. "Oooooo, yeah," Lester sighed. "Oh, that feels good. Stick that big dick all the way in me!" That was exactly what Justin wanted to do but he believed, correctly, that he should take his time. The gay man's ass was tighter than any place his cock had ever been, and he was afraid he might hurt Les if he plowed it in too fast or too hard. His second thrust drove an inch of his shaft into the tight place. He believed he was far enough inside that he would no longer need to guide his cock, so he placed his hands on

I looked at a saddened Nowell and over at a glaring Jackson. "Did he feel you making out with Kaen," I asked him curiously and he nodded. "So if you have sex, either of you will feel the other," I added and Nowell nodded once again. "Oh shit," I spat and Rai agreed. "I take it you're hoping to pitch," I smirked at Nowell and he exhaled deeply. "I doubt if my brother would enjoy a cock up his ass," he mumbled sourly. Rai shrugged and explained that the prostate when caressed in a certain manner is very stimulating for a male, straight or gay alike.

“Give me the happy ending.” My hot masseuse doesn’t waste a second. His calloused fingers slide down to the inside of my thighs but don’t touch me right where I want him to. He is teasing me, making me wetter and wetter until finally, he slides two fingers deep inside of me. That utter confidence! I’ve never been this wet in my entire life, and the masseuse groans his approval, which makes my cheeks flush. Is he supposed to be making sounds? Because Jesus Christ, I’m soaking wet and so goddamn horny. This man’s sessions must be in high demand. I can see why Juanita said it was life-changing coming here!

In the exclusive private spa of the city’s most sought-after masseur, 38 years Marcus offers more than just relaxation. His hands are legendary for melting tension and unlocking deep, hidden desires. When Ryan the high strung executive client books a late night deep tissue session, Marcus quickly discovers that Ryan’s body is carrying far more than work stress. What begins as professional massage quickly turns into raw, sensual exploration... slow, oily strokes, deep tissue release, and intense full-body sessions that leave both men craving more. In the quiet, dimly lit treatment room, boundaries dissolve as professional touch becomes deeply intimate, possessive, and addictive.