Golden Finger Massage Novels & Stories

Silver was between his legs, suckling his cock and balls, kneading his butt in both her slim but powerful hands. Copper and Gold moved around him, kissing him, massaging his chest and arms and back as they moaned softly, clearly enjoying this as much as he was. Gold's hair was the pure color of bright gold, silken and straight, smelling of rich warm resins and golden sunlight. Her smooth, full breasted body was the color of honey, her eyes glittering amber. Talyn ran his hands over her large, firm breasts, their large nipples a bit swollen, distended, the tips hard, the color of rich dark gold. She kissed him while Copper bent to suckle her nipples. Talyn buried one hand in the bright red-co

It overlooked the city through floor-to-ceiling windows, and everything inside screamed extravagance. Plush cream sofas surrounded a low glass table filled with fresh fruit, gourmet chocolates and a chilled bottle of premium champagne waiting in an ice bucket. Within minutes, two therapists arrived to begin our treatments. We started with aromatic foot soaks infused with rose petals before moving on to full-body massages using warm essential oils. After that came hydrating facials, scalp massages and gold collagen eye treatments that Patricia insisted would "erase ten years of stress." By the time we settled into matching silk robes with glasses of champagne in our hands, I felt lighter than

I smiled and shook my head, feeling like myself again. Then Yael pulled out a gift box from behind him. "Check this out. Hope you like it." I did not hold back. I took it and opened it right away. Inside was the Heart of the Ocean, meant for someone truly special. "Last month, I got invited to this jewelry show, and the host just handed this to me. I thought it was perfect for you. Ha! I've been waiting for the right moment to give it to you. If you don't like it, you can just... you know..."

He paused after one last long stroke from thigh to cheek. “For a full massage,” he spoke up again, “I’ll need to remove your panties. They are blocking me from getting to the remaining part that needed my fingers.”

“Perfect. See? Calm.” I put my hands on her wrists, to feel her pulse. It was slowing. Good. I lifted her arms into a stretch, a balletic movement frequently used in combat. I lightly massaged her shoulders, which yielded under the pressure, her muscles springing forward when I hit pressure points. She giggled at her reaction. “While you’re training solo with me, waiting for your ankle to heal, we should start out with a massage. Athletic massage. I’m certified.” She had a gleeful smile, like she was getting away with something by conceding to receive a luxury service from a king.

Charlie did not think much about it, and he nodded gently as he said to her, “Your complexion looks bad, and you’ll also have to go to Tsim Sha Tsui for the whole day today. I’m afraid that your body will not be able to bear it.” Having said that, he walked up to Marianne and said very seriously, “Come, give me your hand.” Marianne did not know exactly what Charlie wanted to do, but she still blushed and handed her right hand over to him. Charlie used a little force on his fingertips to squeeze the space between her thumb and index finger a few times before he said with great conviction, “There are many acupuncture points in the space between the thumb and index finger. If you massage it pro

The core was positioned a few inches below the belly button—somewhere inappropriate for a man to touch. "On it!" Ginny said. Two hours later, both Gras and Ginny were out of solutions. They'd summoned a few maids—some of them martial artists—but none of them had managed to learn the massage routine taught by Felix, making numerous mistakes in the process. "Please enlist the help of another maid, Mr. Longstone," one of the maids said.

she giggled, wrapping her legs around my neck in slow motion, and although she couldn’t move faster than that, that was insanely sexy. A chuckle left me and I licked my lips inadvertently, “Yes, I will and you will love every second of it. Now, be good, and come hard for your Alpha, Little Golden!” I teased her as my thumb circled her wet entrance. Her only response was a soft cry of pleasure. My fingers didn’t stop their work, soothing her sore muscles as I pressed a kiss on her sex, swirling my tongue into her and sucking her folds into my mouth teasingly. Her back arched towards me and her fingers sank into my dark locks, “I-I love massages,” she mumbled between moans, making me chuckle.

After the call dropped, Ivy Haddock hugged her phone tightly and look out the window before saying, “I'm sorry baby but I have to do this!” ********** In a large spacious and luxurious spa, Maya Quentin and her best friend, Tiffany Garret lay down on the message board with their faces covered with facial masks as the therapist massages their body. The therapist applied a little bit of oil to her hands and knead Maya's back slowly and gently. She continued the same process for a while and then move to her legs. After a while, she and her assistant were through with the both of them. However, the two young women continue to lay back on the bed with their eyes closed. Savoring the relaxing feel

I chastise myself, This is not the time Micheal. I continued massaging her butt, my fingers delving into her anus hole to stimulate her a little, it was a special technique I used for special clients. The sound of her soft moans filled the room. I continued massaging as I felt some tight knots at the junction just below her hipbones. Suddenly she turned around catching me off guard, “Could you face the front instead?” She placed my oiled hand on her left boob as she began to massage using my fingers to tweak her nípples.