A soft-spoken runaway bride entered the massage parlor, craving a full-body rubdown. She yearned for a skilled masseur to tend to her every muscle, melting away the tension. Requesting his assistance to strip off her dress, she laid bare on the massage table, ready to be touched. The masseur meticulously worked her back, shoulders, arms, feet, and legs, finally reaching her smooth, shaved cunt.
His strong hands kneaded her supple thighs, inching closer to her pussy. She let out a soft moan as he expertly massaged her sensitive folds, his thumb circling her clit. Her body responded, growing slick with desire. He teased her entrance, dipping a finger in, then two, fucking her slowly with his hand.
She raised her ass slightly, inviting more. He took the cue, trailing his wet fingers to her tight asshole. Gently, he circled the puckered hole, applying light pressure. She relaxed, allowing his fingertip to slip in. He worked her ass slowly, preparing her for more.
His cock hardened, ready to fill her. He positioned himself between her legs, his dick poised at her pussy. In one smooth thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, a low groan escaping his lips. She pushed back, meeting his thrusts, fucking him with equal fervor.
Their bodies slick with sweat, he slipped his thumb back into her ass, opening her up. She gasped, grinding against him. He replaced his thumb with his cock, easing into her ass inch by inch. She moaned, feeling her ass stretch around him, accommodating his thick dick.
He began to move, slow at first, then building to a steady rhythm. She gripped the table, lost in the sensation of being anally fucked. Her body quivered, on the brink of release. He pumped harder, her moans urging him on, until they both cried out, climaxing together in a tangle of limbs and raw pleasure.
