The Perfect Happy Ending Massage

So there I was, thinking I was just getting a standard rub-down, but this turned into the perfect happy ending, and honestly, I’m still smiling thinking about it. The room was dim and smelled like sandalwood, and her hands were slow and deliberate at first, working out every knot in my shoulders before they started drifting lower, tracing the curve of my spine with this teasing pressure that had my pulse hammering. She flipped me over without a word, and the look she gave me said everything, and I just let myself sink into it. Her touch was so light at first, just barely brushing along my thigh, and the anticipation was almost unbearable before her fingers finally wrapped around me, moving in this slow, torturous rhythm that had my eyes rolling back. The switch to riding me was a total rush, her hips moving in waves while I gripped her thighs, that raw spontaneity making every second feel electric.