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The massage studio smelled of eucalyptus and warm oil, but all I could focus on was the click of her heels on the polished floor. Lena moved like she owned the place, which she did, and every step she took sent a shiver through the thin walls of my usual treatment room. I’d been coming here for three months, and every time she walked past me in those black stilettos, my cock twitched in my towel.

“You’re tense again, Marcus,” she said, closing the door behind her. Her voice was low, almost a purr. She wore a fitted black tank top and shorts that hugged her ass, and those heels—six inches of glossy patent leather that made her calves flex with every step.

“Work’s been a bitch,” I muttered, face-down on the table.

She laughed, soft and knowing. “Then let me work it out.”

Her hands found my shoulders, strong and sure. The oil was warm, and she worked the knots in my neck with a practiced pressure that made me groan. But it wasn’t just the massage. It was the way her hips swayed when she leaned over me, the way her breath hitched when my back muscles tensed under her touch.

“You know,” she said, her fingers trailing down my spine, “I can feel how tense you are. All the way down.”

I swallowed hard. “Yeah?”

“Mm-hmm.” She moved lower, her palms sliding over my lower back. “But I think this part needs more... attention.”

Her hand brushed the edge of the towel, and I stiffened. Not from discomfort. From anticipation.

“Lena,” I started, but she cut me off.

“Shh. You’re a regular. I know what you want.”

She turned me over, and there it was—my cock straining against the thin cotton. She didn’t look surprised. She just smiled, slow and wicked, and climbed onto the table, straddling my hips. The heels stayed on.

“I’ve been thinking about this for weeks,” she whispered, leaning down to kiss me. Her lips were soft and demanding, and I grabbed her ass, pulling her closer. She ground against me, the friction of her shorts against my bare cock almost unbearable.

“Fuck, Lena,” I groaned against her mouth.

“Not yet.” She sat up, reaching behind her to unclip her tank top. Her tits spilled out—full, perfect, with dark nipples that hardened in the warm air. She took my hand and pressed it to her breast, and I squeezed, thumbing her nipple until she moaned.

“You like that?”

「ああ、もちろん」

She leaned forward, letting her tits brush against my chest as she fumbled with the waistband of her shorts. She wiggled out of them, and I saw she wasn’t wearing panties. Her pussy was already wet, glistening in the dim light.

“I want you inside me,” she said, and it wasn’t a request.

She reached down, wrapping her fingers around my cock. Her grip was firm, and she stroked me slowly, teasingly, until I thought I’d lose my mind. Then she positioned herself over me, and I felt the heat of her cunt against the tip.

“Ready?” she asked, her eyes locked on mine.

I nodded, and she sank down.

The feeling was electric. She was tight and slick, and she took me all the way to the hilt, a long, shuddering moan escaping her lips. I gripped her hips, and she started to move—slow at first, a rolling rhythm that had me seeing stars.

“God, you feel amazing,” I gasped.

“I know,” she said, a smirk on her lips. She leaned forward, her tits swaying in my face, and I took one in my mouth, sucking hard. She cried out, her pace quickening, and the sound of her ass slapping against my thighs filled the room.

“Fuck, Marcus. Fuck me harder.”

I grabbed her ass, digging my fingers into her flesh, and thrust up as she rode me. The heels clicked against the table, a sharp counterpoint to our grunts and moans. She was soaked, and I could feel myself sliding in and out of her with ease, her walls clenching around me.

“I’m close,” she panted.

「私も。」

She changed angle, leaning back, and I hit that spot inside her that made her scream. Her nails dug into my chest, and she rode me like she was trying to break me, her hips moving in frantic circles.

“Yes, yes, yes—fuck, I’m coming!”

Her body convulsed around me, her pussy milking my cock, and that was all it took. I came with a guttural roar, spilling deep inside her, my hips bucking as the waves of pleasure tore through me.

She collapsed on top of me, breathing hard, her lips brushing my ear. “Same time next week?”

I laughed, breathless. “I’ll be here.”

She rolled off me, and I watched her walk to the door, those heels clicking with every step. She paused, looking back over her shoulder.

“And Marcus? Bring your stamina. I’m just getting started.”

The door clicked shut, and I lay there, grinning at the ceiling, already counting the days.

CATEGORIES: [High heels, Massage, Milf, Dominance, Just the Two of Us]