Mimi Oh’s Sensual Asian Massage For BF

That Sensual Asian Massage I gave my boyfriend last night completely rewired my brain, because what I thought was just gonna be a sweet little favor to help him unwind after a brutal week turned into something so much darker and hungrier than I expected. I remember pouring that warm oil and watching it catch the light as I straddled his thighs, my palms already slick as I started working the knots in his shoulders, but the second he let out this low, guttural groan, I felt my own pulse drop straight between my legs. I dragged my fingers down the dip of his spine, slower than I needed to, and when I slipped them just past the waistband of his boxers, he arched into my touch like he was begging for it. Everything became a blur of slick skin and trembling breath, my hips grinding against his ass as I leaned over to whisper things I’d never say out loud in daylight, and before I knew it, he flipped me over, his hands everywhere, the oil making our bodies slide together until we were both shaking and losing all sense of time.