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He had tilted her head to face him and kissed her passionately as they experienced an out-of-this-world orgasm. After a while, the couple had cleaned themselves and lay in bed, cuddling. Rita could still feel her insides pulsating, she kept replaying the scene of how Chris went on to her with an urgency that showed how much he wanted her. It turned her on so she suggested, “I love it when you massage me, babe. Let’s do it more often.” Chris chuckled, understanding what his wife meant. He was equally still basking in the euphoria of their session.

A mother next to them looked over and asked Maxwell, “Hey now, did you learn this massage technique somewhere?” Maxwell smiled and said, “I just watched a video online. “Wow, your husband is really warm-hearted! He’s the best husband in the world!” The other expectant mothers could not help but exclaim. Maxwell proudly smiled and said, “Thank you for your compliments, dear mothers. Let me buy you all some milk tea!” Everyone thanked him with a smile, while Sonnet glared at him with a slightly red face. He had definitely stolen the show today.

“Trust me when I say there’s no reason to be jealous of me massaging him” “Is there not? I’m your husband, so you’re not allowed to massage me, remember? It’s hard not to feel like I’m being punished for having the audacity to make you mine.” She rocks on my lap again, teasing me with a groan, as my cock hardens against my thigh. Then she runs her fingers through my hair, tipping my head back. “The rule is no massages at work. You’re the one to be jealous of here, not him.”

I smirked inside my head with my evil thoughts. Why do I suddenly want to become his massage therapist instead? I wanted to pull the woman away from him as I watched her hands caress his body in hard strokes. I should be the one doing that. Ugh. Why am I suddenly getting jealous of a massage therapist? I must be going crazy! I'm his wife at least in papers. I can touch him as much as I want. Or not. I almost drooled as my gaze moved down to his butt, which was only covered with a thin towel. I stared there for a while, imagining how I grabbed those with my hands as he pushed in and out of me.

I screamed when the masseuse hit the right spot. " am so glad you like it sir " The masseur said sexily. " " yes,yes that spot " I moaned when she massaged my shoulder blade. Her hand work like magic. It hit every wall of body and soon I was feeling like I was in paradise. I continued moaning as she massage me. " do you want just only massage or you want our special services sir " she said in a seductively tone. " maybe you forget what you came here to do or do you want me to feed you to my dogs " I snapped angrily at her.

Alexis moaned with each strike on her back "I know but, I don't want to go far… plus we'd get back soon" she mumbled in delight. The way Maverick took his time caressing her skin, taking charge like a pro. He worked on her just the right way "Then I'm glad" he mumbled and lowered to kiss her waist. He moved his hands down her lower limbs and her waist. It wasn't every time one received such a beautiful body massage from their husband.. however, she was lucky, Maverick knew how tired she was. After a long day of shopping and sightseeing. She had suggested calling for the masseuse since the resort had plenty of them

He is already looking at my exposed skin, a smirk on his face. "Oh!” I moan as I feel my ass land onto a hard rod like stuff. I hold my breath as I sit there, waiting for him to take the next action. Suddenly, I can feel someone's massive hands on my waist, slowly massaging it and good lord! This is the most blissful massage I have ever received in my life! He is just so good at it! “Mhmm.. Demetrius" I moan as he increases his pace. “Should I stop, little wife?" He whispers into my ears, his hot breath caressing my skin.

But God, it felt so right. "There's a technique called internal massage therapy," Marcus explained, his fingers curling inside her to hit that perfect spot. "It releases tension that can't be reached externally. Very effective for comprehensive treatment." "Oh God," Elena moaned, her hands gripping the sides of the massage table. "Let yourself feel it," Marcus instructed. "Don't fight the release." His fingers worked faster, harder, and Elena felt the orgasm building impossibly fast. She hadn't come this easily in years. David never took the time, never knew how to touch her like this.

Grayson "I'm only going to ask you one more fucking time...where did you go today?" I growl, pressing the large wand massager to my wife's clit. She screams, arching off the bed, but the ropes holding her wrists and ankles to the frame keep her firmly in place. "Please...Gray," she begs, her voice cracking with desperation. "That's not the answer I was looking for." I pull the wand away just as she's teetering on the edge of release. Her trembling body, the tears streaking down her cheeks—it's a heady mix of power and vulnerability that fuels me to keep pushing.

“Exhaustion is an understatement for how I feel right now. I just wonder if the baby is doing alright with all this stress.” The erratic thrum of my heart did a dangerous dance. “He's okay, probably. Nothing can go wrong,” I reassured her, knowing deep down in the dark corners of my soul that it was an incredibly evil thing to say to my own wife. “I can absolutely give you that massage. I mean, you clearly need it,” I gestured with a soft laugh, stepping closer to her. She sat down gracefully at the edge of the bed. I approached from behind, settling myself on the mattress with my legs spread on either side of her hips, pulling her back flush against my chest. My fingers went straight to the