Novel & Cerita Golden Finger Massage

the pretty woman said, leading the customer to a private treatment room. The therapy began with a full-body massage using jasmine-scented olive oil to relax her for 45 minutes. Emmy enjoyed Rani’s professional massage so much that she felt relaxed and drowsy. Next came an application of traditional Javanese spice body scrub, which was left on for 15 minutes before being rubbed off to remove dirt and dead skin cells. To finish the body care session, Emmy had a steam treatment using a special heater that released warm vapor, plus a "Miss V" treatment.

“All that guilt from your father’s texts. Let Daddy take care of you today. No thinking about him. Only feeling.” He reached for a bottle of expensive oil and began massaging my shoulders with strong, skilled hands. The combination of hot water and his touch melted the knots in my muscles. I moaned softly as his thumbs worked down my spine. After the bath, we moved to the massage tables. Two therapists had been waiting discreetly outside, but Damien sent them away with a single look. “I’ll handle the massage myself,” he told them.

I said, and reached over and flicked the switch on the wall to turn the glass opaque and frosted. “Oh, you’ve seen it all already, babe,” she said, giving me a quirky little smile. She was pretty as hell, that blonde bob of hers accenting her jawline and the curve of her neck, and she stood there with one hand on her hip and her breasts pointing right at me. She had that teasing gleam in her eye, so I knew she knew what she was doing. I also noticed she’d swapped out the barbel in her right nipple with a little golden ring. “And to be honest, we’ve got a whole hour and I want a full body massage. I want to be putty in your hands, so there’s no point in me being bashful. Is that OK with you?”

“Well, I suppose I could spare a few minutes to help the needy. Of course, you'll have to pay me what you're paying your regular massage therapist. No harm in making a little extra money.” Darn it, he should have just mentioned the money in the first place, Mason scolded himself in his head. Now he laid face down on the massage table, the muscles in his back rippling as he got comfortable and Gianna's mouth nearly went dry just having to witness it. She took a deep breath, and reminded herself she was only rendering a paid service, even though for the past couple of weeks, the only person she’d been working for was Mason. She poured a small amount of neroli oil into her palms, rubbing them t

Gold embroidered gems enhanced the beauty as they were placed at rims. Rid had this sly smile on her face the moment she saw shirtless Ezra and smirking Theodore leaving the room. Even a layman could know what was happening behind closed doors. She prepared a warm bath for me and surprisingly it helped with the soreness of my body. Like always, she applied lavender oil on the tips of my hairs that made them look shinier and bouncy and my skin gleamed with the hue of gold as the warm rays of sun hit my face.

Date sugar and basil leaves were mixed in an aromatic gel bottle scented of strawberries and yoghurt - which was massaged into my skin. Luna Bella made sure to massage the mixture into my skin firmly. She was one good masseuse. I should take lessons from her. It had been a long time since I enjoyed massage therapy as much as this, so her hands were most welcome. Once she was done, she beckoned on an omega to come wash me off, and my skin felt like a newborn babe - supple and succulent. It was glowing than before. I could not wait for Alpha Gavin to see me.

Golden threads wrapped around her clit, her g-spot, the tight ring of her ass, binding her pleasure to the will of anyone who would touch her from now on. When the final, shattering orgasm finally released her, Giselle collapsed forward onto the bed in a trembling, sweat-slick heap. Her legs were spread obscenely wide, pussy still spasming and leaking a steady stream of her own slick mixed with the enchanted toy’s magical lubricant. Her chest heaved with every desperate breath. Her olive skin glowed with a faint golden sheen where the runes had burned themselves permanently into her flesh. For several long minutes she could do nothing but pant and whimper softly, fingers weakly clutching the

He kneads the entire of my breasts, base to tip, squeezing with just enough pressure to make me arch. Back to my pussy. He spreads my oily folds with one hand, exposing my clit and entrance. Oil drops into my pussy, and his fingers circle my clit in light, feathery touches that build an orgasm. Then his fingers slide along my slit, up and down, before slipping easily, deep in my cunt. “Ohhh…what type of massage is that?” I ask as I play with my nipples, biting my lip. "Internal massage, little one. Very much necessary," he says, as if it’s standard. He presses in and out, pumping gently, scissoring to stretch my pussy folds apart.

"You carry the world like it's your job to keep it from spinning." He moved to my arms, his slick palms sliding from my wrists to my shoulders, then down the length of my spine. The massage was methodical, a slow-burn seduction disguised as care. When his hands reached my ass, he didn't hesitate. He poured more oil, the liquid pooling in the small of my back before he spread it across the curves of my seat. He kneaded the flesh, his fingers slipping and sliding, the friction generating a heat that made my breath hitch.

There were no special services even offered to these clients. Thursday only had one client for Hao. They shared the massage and Russ did the fingering. Russ watched Kim massage two male clients. Saturday morning was busy. Russ, under Hao's direction, did the first massage with no specials. Client number two got four-hands then oral from Hao as she blew Russ. The last two of the morning got four-hands and fingering using Russ.