Massage Therapist: Stunning Best In-Home Experience

My massage therapist had the kind of hands that made small talk impossible, and honestly, from the moment she set up her table in my living room for that supposedly routine in-home session, I knew it wouldn’t stay professional. The oil was warm, her touch slow and deliberate across my shoulders, and I remember staring at the ceiling trying to act normal while she worked lower and lower. When she finally slid her hands beneath the sheet and wrapped them around me, I let out this shaky breath I couldn’t hide, and she just smiled like she’d been waiting for it. She leaned down and took me deep into her mouth, sloppy and eager, and I could feel her throat relax around every stroke while her fingers dug into my thighs. The room filled up with these low moans that I’m pretty sure the neighbors heard, and I couldn’t last long, not with the way she kept looking up at me. When I finally came, it was a lot, and she swallowed every bit before wiping her chin and asking if I wanted to book another appointment, and yeah, I definitely did.