Yoni Massage Novels & Stories

“In the secret path of the Left Hand, we break the wheel of samsara through desire. Tonight, two daughters of the Dharma will offer their bodies in maithuna to their master. We begin with Yoni Mudra.” He formed the Yoni Mudra with both hands — thumbs and index fingers touching to form a triangle — and placed them firmly over Yeshe Lhamo’s dripping pussy, channeling perverted energy as he rubbed the fat, scorching head of his massive cock slowly up and down her soaked slit. The wet, obscene sound of her arousal echoed through the ancient chamber. He slammed into her in one savage thrust.

He moved to the other one, wrapping his tongue around her nipple like a warm towel. "Oh, Kanyon! This feels so good," Jessica moaned, stretching her hands above her head and clutching the edge of the counter. Kanyon bent his finger inside her centre and massaged the plushiness of her insides. He felt her muscles clamping around his finger causing his erection to throb. The towel that was covering him fell to the floor, leaving him fully naked.

"No. Finish it. Push it all in. Just go slooowly ... Oh, fuck ... Jeffery..." "Casey... !" Jordyn said, worried. "Shhh... ! Just shove it all in. Let me feel it." "Oh, God... !" Jordyn whispered again, leaning in to watch. "You're completely insane!" And then she added, "Here, Jeffery! Do this!" She slid her hand down my girlfriend's belly and began massaging her clit with two fingers. Casey reacted with a sudden shiver and a hot little thrust of her pelvis, burying me another inch. Everything tightened up inside her, too. She moaned, gratuitously. "Just keep rubbing here, gently and carefully," Jordyn said.

She lay on the sofa and tugged at her dress to cover herself up for fear of flashing him. It was too bad that Kiran did not even glance over as if he did not even have the slightest interest. Yvonne was disappointed. Was she not as good as Snow? Kiran gently pressed on the pressure points of her body. Yvonne felt as if her frozen body was cracking open. She felt a sharp pain, but soon, a wave of comfort washed over her. Kiran’s hands started to work faster and harder, and Yvonne felt even more relaxed. It was a feeling she had never experienced before.

Elyndor’s cock was fully hard now, leaking steadily against the table. Sylas finally slid a slick finger between Elyndor’s cheeks, circling the tight ring of muscle before pushing inside. Elyndor moaned into the face cradle as the thick finger found his prostate and began massaging it with firm, deliberate strokes. Sylas added a second finger, scissoring him open while continuing the deep tissue work on his glutes and thighs. The dual sensation, deep massage and prostate stimulation made Elyndor’s moans louder and more desperate. “Turn over for me,” Sylas commanded softly.

After several intense minutes, Yonda gasped, “Switch.” Jonathan pulled out of me with a wet sound and Yonda took his place, lying back on the bed and pulling me on top of her into a sixty-nine position. I licked and sucked her clit frantically while she did the same to mine, our tongues working each other with desperate hunger. Jonathan knelt behind me and slid his thick cock back into my pussy, fucking me deep while Yonda licked my clit and the base of his shaft at the same time. I came again, screaming into Yonda’s pussy as my body convulsed. She followed seconds later, thighs trembling around my head as she soaked my face.

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.

I chastise myself, This is not the time Micheal. I continued massaging her butt, my fingers delving into her anus hole to stimulate her a little, it was a special technique I used for special clients. The sound of her soft moans filled the room. I continued massaging as I felt some tight knots at the junction just below her hipbones. Suddenly she turned around catching me off guard, “Could you face the front instead?” She placed my oiled hand on her left boob as she began to massage using my fingers to tweak her nípples.

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.

Lyonna said gently, her voice much warmer than before, conveying a sincere concern that was difficult to hide. The touch of Lyonna’s skilled fingers massaging the points of tension in his shoulders made Darren freeze instantly. The spoonful of food he was about to put into his mouth remained suspended in midair. The man was deeply startled inside. The warmth from the gentle massage spread rapidly throughout his nervous system, dissolving the tension that had been gripping his body. An extraordinary sense of comfort suddenly seeped into Darren’s chest—a sense of peace he had never received from anyone before, not even from Viona.