Client Ruined by Massage Therapist Session

The masseur fucked client turned out to be the wildest way my Friday afternoon could have ended, and honestly, I’m still smiling about it. I walked into that spa thinking I’d just melt into the table and doze off, but the moment his strong hands started working the oil into my lower back, I felt this electric little tingle that told me nothing about this session would be innocent. He kept whispering about tension in my hips, guiding my body with this gentle but confident pressure, and when I let out a soft moan, he took it as the green light we both knew it was. We didn’t even make it to a bed—just flipped me over on that padded table, my skin slick and warm, and the way he hitched my legs up made me gasp. Cowgirl turned into missionary, and the finish left me completely wrecked and grateful, with his voice low in my ear telling me exactly how ruined I was.