Lesbian Sensual Massage Novels & Stories

She let out a breath and sighed: “Oh yes, more. ’ Then she lifted herself up a little to open her skirt. His slow seduction was working. She wanted her erotic massage to stay even more sensual. He eased the skirt down her long, shapely legs. And took it off. A thong. The flash of purple he'd seen earlier was a lace thong, enhancing her buttocks. rounded. Trying to keep his hands from shaking, he held both sides steady and massaged. A thong was so provocative he had to touch it. She moaned softly, rocking her hips, pressing her pelvis into the bed. He massaged back and forth with the bead of lace, then lower to the bottom. between her legs, where he was welcomed by her warmth and wetness. And

Elena felt a surge of confidence as she kneaded and glided her fingers over his skin, exploring every inch of his muscular frame. Liam bit down on his lip to stifle his moans, his body trembling with pleasure. Elena couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as she continued to work her magic, knowing that she was bringing him to the brink of ecstasy. As Elena finished massaging Liam's tense back muscles, she gently instructed him to turn over onto his back so she could complete the therapy. Liam complied with a mischievous grin, eager for the experience to continue.

Her hands slid down between my thighs, her long, oily fingers tracing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, moving closer and closer to the base of my throbbing cock. Every single time she leaned forward to get more leverage, her own bare pussy brushed right against the back of my thigh, leaving a trail of wet heat on my skin. "Turn over for us, Jason," the dark-haired one commanded softly, her fingers giving the skin near my balls a gentle, teasing pinch. "It is time to finish your massage so you can go back to your lovely kess."

When Amber could pull enough air into her lungs, she gave her concubine an order he couldn’t refuse. “Massage me from deep inside,” she commanded. “As you wish my queen.” Leo pulled his already taut penis free of his slacks and pushed himself deeply inside her. He even made circular motions with his hips, determined to rub his cock over every inch of her snatch walls. In and out, side to side, he continued his inner deep massage of her with a fun muscle of his own. Amber came again quickly with little resistance. She hadn’t stood much of a chance really with the way the chef was inserting himself in and out, around and around, her.

Masculine in its restraint, yet unmistakably lived in. Elizabeth slipped off her heels at the entry, bare feet silent on the cool floor. Her eyes drifted to the art, several pieces caught her immediately. Framed photographs and paintings of women entwined: soft curves pressed together, mouths open in ecstasy, hands gripping thighs, backs arched. Lesbian erotica rendered with reverence, beautiful, unapologetic, sensual. One in particular: two women on silk sheets, one straddling the other, heads thrown back, fingers buried deep. The composition was raw yet tender.

I was certain they had mastered the art of pleasuring a woman after many years of intense practice. When Liam's hand had caressed my boob and had massaged it, I'd wanted so desperately to be lost in that moment forever. His hands were strong and warm. I loved the feel of them on my delicate body. The feeling was sensational and dead sensual. They caused a great turmoil in my insides and if we had gone deeper, I had no doubt my panties would be soaked with my brimming juices despite the wetness from being in the pool for minutes.

Absolute heaven. After he finished her hands, he arranged her arms alongside her body, palms up. She really didn’t want this to end, but when Brad paused she knew the fantasy was over. She’d totally lost track of time and had no idea how long she’d been lying there. Cain’s voice interrupted her thoughts. “Cheraza, Brad and I would like to continue, but we want to ask your permission. Will you trust us enough to give you a more sensual massage? Our touch will be more intimate, and we don’t want you to hesitate to ask us to stop should you feel at all uncomfortable. Brad’s going to blindfold you if that’s okay. It might not sound like it, but the blindfold will help you relax.”

Mahesh threw off the heavy duvet with a decisive sweep of his arm, and they both tumbled onto the cool, inviting sheets, the contact electrifying. His hands were immediate and purposeful, a skilled cartographer setting out to rediscover a familiar, beloved landscape. They started a deep, sensuous massage, kneading and tracing every exquisite part of her. Mahesh’s touch was reverent yet demanding as he mapped every curve of Isabella, reacquainting himself with the silk-smooth feel of her skin against his palms. Her breasts, full and exquisitely sensitive, were already taut, the nipples pointed upward, seeming to strain to meet his waiting lips. Mahesh’s lips found their inevitable way to her

Following her motions in the mirror I see her kneel down behind me, and I arch my back and ass into her hand when she strokes me gently. A playful swat at my ass and she reaches into her box, retrieving a pair of latex gloves and a bottle of lube. Her eyes catch mine over the mirror and she winks at me as she puts on the gloves. I shudder lightly when I feel the cool lube hitting my asshole, but it quickly warms up when her latex covered fingers start working it inside. The sensation of her slowly opening me up is a little unfamiliar but pleasant, and I let my head sink onto my forearms as I gradually relax. Bella stops for a

Her moans of pleasure filled the room, driving me to go harder. “Yes, fuck me rough! I love it!” she cried out, her voice hoarse with desire. As I focused on Sherry, I added a fourth finger to her throbbing pu**y and kept going. Allison positioned herself above me, guiding her pu**y to my lips. I began using my tongue on her while I fingered Sherry. It was a lot of work, but I found myself able to multitask. If anyone had told me I could find myself having some sort of a lesbian threesome, I wouldn't have believed, but look at me, having the best time of my life.