Lesbian Massage Novels & Stories

She was just medium in weight, but she wasn't skinny or fat, so she received a$$ She had a round a$$, so I squirted the massage oil all over it and ran it down her legs. Her a$$ were so soft when I first started massaging them that I couldn't believe I was massaging the assistant pastor's wife. "Gosh, go ahead and press it again. Bring your hands closer to the center." She m0@ned. Already, I had begun to suspect that she was bisexual. Running my fingers to the center as she said, I unintentionally touched her pvvsy lips from behind.

She poked me again, "shut up.. it's not like you've never wanted to have your needs fulfilled.." "Well is it so hard to stick to one person?" "Wasn't about that to me. First of all, lesbian sex is different than what you guys do, you wouldn't know.." I knew exactly what she was talking about but I kept my mouth shut and raised a brow, "riiiight.. it's not like you have a panis you're hiding from me." She laughed and looked at her closet with guilt all over her face. This time I poked her ass, "oh my God Paris you are such a sex freak.."

The masseuse worked on their backs as if nothing had happened, but the air in the room had completely changed. Lena kept stealing glances at Sienna whenever the masseuse wasn’t looking. Her heart would not slow down. She could still feel the softness of Sienna’s lips on hers. Her pussy felt warm and a little wet. She pressed her thighs together under the sheet, trying to calm herself, but it only made things worse. The rest of the massage felt endless. Every small movement made Lena more aware of her own body. When the masseuse finally left the room again to get more supplies, Sienna turned towards her right away.

Liam said softly, "you have some congested lumps here. If we don't treat this properly, you'll be very prone to breast diseases in the future." "I see… Please… keep going," I managed to choke out. I heard the small massage table creak under the weight of his movements. And yet, the sensation of being so meticulously massaged left me addicted. Suddenly, his hands pulled away. I snapped my eyes open and looked at him with a dazed, confused expression. "What's wrong?" Only then did I realize my voice was trembling. "I just need more cream," Liam said, scooping out another dollop of the white cream. "I'll be working on your thighs now. Please recline slightly on the pillow."

Lydia couldn't remember asking for any service. "I'm sorry, I don't think I need any service ......" "Oh, Miss Jones. It was arranged by Mr. Evans. This is not a normal massage service, and I think you will need it." Lydia was now like a canary kept in a golden cage; she could only accept it, not say no. Lydia was taken to a special room. By the time the massage began, she noticed something was wrong. This was not an ordinary massage. The servants not only massaged her whole body, they also repaired her pubic hair and even smeared a special liquid on her private garden.

As far as I know, we are doing sixty-nine positions and for me, what we did was fair and there was nothing against each other. I started to lick the middle of her cut and even the small hole I entered my tongue. And what I did to her, she also did to me. When we got tired of that position, she made me lie down and lay on top of me. I know we are the same s·x and I still don't know how to have s·x between a lesbian and real woman. But I just left it to her because I know she has the experience. Until slowly our same s·x applied, and I felt the coldness of the liquid that settled in my middle. As her body swayed slowly, I felt a strange sensation that I had never experienced with my ex-husband

Amanda couldn’t help but ask nervously. He poured some massage oil onto her smooth ass cheeks. Gasping, embarrassed, and still on all fours, Amanda said, “Please get on with it. I can take it.” “Well, I’m not going to spank you. That’s not what I want to do.” He said, basking in his dominance. With Amanda’s ass still in the air and shimmering with the lotion, Cassian began to give her a massage, using his palms to rub between her cheeks in a circular motion.

"We have a range of soothing treatments to choose from. Let's start with a relaxing Lomi Lomi massage, known for its healing and nurturing qualities." "Lomi lomi," I practised the name on my lips. Lottie giggled at my wrong pronunciation. "I also got it wrong my first time here." Malia led us to a serene room adorned with tropical flowers and calming music playing softly in the background. Lottie and I settled onto the massage tables, Malia began the Lomi Lomi massage with a gentle touch, her hands gliding gracefully over my skin. The rhythmic motions and flowing strokes transported me to a state of pure bliss. With each stroke, I could feel the tension and worries of the past week slowly di

Making her frown and reflexively bend her legs to fit her body. "Sshh." Her lips hissed as she felt the gentle massage at her core. Without even realizing it, her eyes were closed. "How is it?" Lily, who was surprised by Keenan's hand down there, almost jumped. She did not expect that the one who did the gentle massage earlier was her man. "Hu um." "It's only fifteen minutes. After that, yours won't be swollen and your thighs won't be sore anymore," Keenan murmured with a smile.

Not yet, baby," I said as I pulled my cock out of her slippery hole and told her to finger herself. "Show me how lesbians get off without dick, Selena." I said, watching as she started masturbating, thrusting her delicate fingers vigorously in and out of her pussy, giving me a hot and steamy show as she brought herself to orgasm. "Ohhhhhh, ahhhhhh." She screamed as her body trembled violently on the bed as she shoved her fingers deep into her pussy till the last knuckles. She lay on the bed gаѕрing tо саtсh hеr brеаth as I thrust my сосk bасk into her pussy.