Her First Massage: A Short Lesbian Erotica Story

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I adore watching Sofija work quietly as she sets out her folding massage table in my living room, always in the same place. My breathing is so fast I’m almost hyperventilating; my clit feels like its swollen and pulsing with each beat of my heart. You can change your choices at any time by visiting Cookie preferences, as described in the Cookie notice.

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Heat fills my body, I’m groaning and squirming on top of Sofija’s table, I’m at her mercy, I’m in her hands entirely.To calculate the overall star rating and percentage breakdown by star, we don’t use a simple average. Sofija tickles the tip of her tongue over one nipple as she sucks on it, she squeezes the other firmly between her thumb and forefinger, her other hand works her magic between my legs and my climax rises up and takes me. I’ve never done that before, I’ve never gone down on a woman, obviously, but with Sofija I want to try. Sofija massages my stomach with a gentler touch and it sets a cascade of ticklish butterflies loose through my lower body.

We hide them away in far too tight bras, not knowing how important our breasts are for our health and well-being. I buck against Sofija’s face, I cry out, I spasm, but she keeps licking and pleasuring me, she moans louder with me. You can spend hours traipsing round the souks (markets to northerners like me), the gardens that decorate the city are intensely picturesque and people watching whilst sipping mint tea is a perfectly pleasant way to spend the afternoon.

She starts softly, her fingertip moving around me in quick, soft circles, but her touch becomes firmer as my moans come louder. The material on this site may not be reproduced, distributed, transmitted, cached or otherwise used, except with the prior written permission of Kitsch Media Group. Some of the technologies we use are necessary for critical functions like security and site integrity, account authentication, security and privacy preferences, internal site usage and maintenance data, and to make the site work correctly for browsing and transactions. And I can feel myself spreading open as Sofija’s hands move over me, my cheeks parting with each pass.