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“Hubby, you’ve been working too hard. Let me help you relax.” Before he could protest, her small hands landed on his shoulders. At first, she kneaded lightly, imitating the serious tone of a professional masseuse. “You see, Mr. Mayer, this is a special massage for executives only,” she teased. Maurice pressed his lips together, struggling not to laugh as she continued, her hands sliding down in exaggerated patterns. “Oh dear, these knots are terrible. But don’t worry, your beautiful wife will save the day.” He tried to keep his focus, but the moment her fingers slipped boldly inside his shirt, brushing his chest, he nearly signed his name upside down.

Soft, soothing music playing in the background, filling the space with tranquil melodies. "Mia," I whisper, my voice tender and caring, "I am going to give you a massage. I want to help melt away the stress of the last couple of days and show you how much I cherish you. Is that something you would like?" Mia's eyes sparkle with gratitude and anticipation. She nod, her trust in me evident as she settle herself on the bed, ready to receive my loving touch. I begin by sitting beside Mia, my hands resting on her shoulders. I take a deep breath, grounding myself in the present moment, and then start to apply gentle pressure, kneading away the tension that had built up throughout the days.

Massage with gentle pressure. He pushed her back to the table. He removed the hook of the woman's bra. The wife's shorts were unzipped. It fell to the floor. He turned his wife to him and laid the half body on the table. He showered her with kisses until his lips landed on her chest. He alternately searched her nipples for milk that seemed ready to fill him. When he is on the other breast, he massages her other breast. Its murmur was like music to his ears.

I circled it once with my thumb and she shivered hard. “I used to be a masseur,” I told her. “Before the tech companies and the corner office. I know exactly how to take tension out of a body. Let me show you.” She stared at me for a long moment. Then she nodded once, small and shaky. I knelt between her legs and pushed her chair back so I had room. “Keep your legs open,” I said. “Just like that. Good girl.”

“When I get home, I’m gonna mark this day on my calendar!” I chuckled airily. Once we had changed and were lying face down beneath fresh towels, the therapists began their work with practised hands. Firm pressure eased into my shoulders and upper back, pressing tension from muscles I hadn’t realized were so tight. Maya let out a contented groan from the table next to mine. “This,” she murmured, “is exactly what my overworked soul needed.” I smiled into the face cradle. “You say that every time you get pampered.”

"That's enough! You can't satisfy me. It seems this isn't worth what I've given you." "Samuel, if you want to feel comfortable, you better go to a professional. I don't have the experience for this. Besides, you're not the only one tired; I'm exhausted from the long journey. Shouldn't I be the one getting a massage?" Maya said irritably. "Does my wife want a massage? Fine. I'll do it for you." Samuel pulled Maya's hand. The woman standing beside him somehow ended up on the bed. "Samuel, what are you going to do?"

Massimo's hands squeezed his wife's upper sensitive area so that a woman who has a height of one hundred and seventy-five-centimetre tall sighed again. Whatever happened to his partner further aroused the handsome man's desire. He started to bring his face closer to Abby's, and both hands continued to massage the same area, which added pleasure to the bitchy-faced woman. "Call my name, baby girl," whispered Massimo hoarsely. The brown-haired man seemed to be deliberately squeezing the sensitive point that he had been holding a bit, causing the twenty-five-year-old woman to be unable to answer immediately. In fact, her body was slightly lifted, which made Massimo's grin show itself. Abby brea

"Be rest assured, Luna Isabella; I am a mated female, and I have no interest in your mate. It is also against my work ethics to lust after a client, so you don't have to worry." I felt ashamed as she explained herself; it was something I couldn't control. Watching another female place her hands on what is mine always riles me up. "Someone is always possessive of me." Richard said through the mind link, and I rolled my eyes. "Drop it." I shivered as I felt the masseuse's cold hand on my body, rubbing the massage oil on me. I closed my eyes as she began to work out the kink in my shoulders, moaning as she hit a spot. Lord knows I was in need of this. I have been too stressed for the past few w

“How was it?” he asked, falling into step beside me. “It was remarkable,” I said without hesitation, then paused. "Honestly, I'm not used to being waited on. It always feels a bit strange. But the massage was amazing. Thank you." His smile softened, and he gently knocked his cheek against mine. I could still feel the lingering warmth from the massage, a pleasant heat that seemed to surround us. "I know my wife is kind and not used to people serving her," he said with a teasing grin. "I’ll learn how to do it myself—how about that? Think Wendy could teach me? I'd love to give you a massage."

Even though his chest was still flat, it seemed obviously more swollen than before. Anna’s hands were on his chest. From the camera angle, they seemed extremely intimate. He added a caption: Anna knows me the best. After her massage, I no longer feel any pain. Anna even liked the post. My eyes lit up as I immediately saved the photos. Then, I made tons of copies. After all, once Liam actually developed a bosom, this photo would be evidence of his inappropriate relationship with Anna. My wish would come true in four days. On the seventh day, we would hold our family reunion.