Fiery Pearl steps into the massage parlor, craving a much-needed release from the stress that’s been knotting her muscles. The masseur instructs her to strip down and lie on the table. He begins with firm strokes along her back and shoulders, easing her into a state of tranquility.
As she melts into the table, he shifts his focus, his hands sneaking beneath the soft towel draped over her. His fingers find her wet pussy, slowly sliding in and out, fucking her gently. Pearl gasps, surprised by the sudden escalation, but her body responds eagerly.
The masseur continues to finger-fuck her, his thumb occasionally circling her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her. He leans in, his breath hot on her ear, whispering, “Just enjoy, Pearl. Let me take care of you.”
Pearl moans softly, her hips lifting to meet his thrusts. He picks up the pace, his fingers slick with her juices. She’s so engrossed in the sensation that she barely notices when he slides a finger into her tight asshole.
He works both her holes, his dick hardening at the sight of her gaping pussy and the thought of anal sex. He wants to fuck her ass, to see her squirm as he fills her completely. But for now, he’s content with the symphony of her moans and the sight of her fucking his hand.
