Our clinic welcomed a guest whose impressive breasts immediately caught our attention, even through her clothes—Mishima Natsuko (estimated early 30s). A housewife seeking relief from long-standing shoulder tension, she came in hoping for an oil massage. A female staff member couldn't help but comment, "You seem really tense in the shoulders," clearly noticing her striking figure. In the changing room, Mishima looked shocked upon seeing the small treatment gown provided. The stark contrast between her bountiful chest and the tiny garment brought a look of confusion and discomfort to her face. When the staff whispered, "It's kind of small, isn't it?" she quickly dismissed it: "It's for oil application, after all." Then a male therapist entered. Though visibly hesitant, Mishima accepted his explanation that "male therapists provide more effective treatment," and the session began. Her massive breasts remained prominent even under the towel, and her bold declaration—"It's shoulder stiffness, right?!"—ignoring the initial consultation, only heightened her allure. She shivered as the oil slid smoothly over her skin, and when the therapist slid his hands beneath her gown, she pleaded, "Just a moment, please!!" yet he continued, deepening her flustered expression—an expression that only made her more enticing. The oil made her pale areolas and small nipples clearly visible, further accentuating her voluptuous body. As the therapist claimed he was massaging her ribs, his hands slid up to her chest, causing her full breasts to spill out forcefully. Even as he offered strange reassurances throughout, she was clearly being overwhelmed by pleasure. Next came treatment for the inguinal lymph nodes. Described as "finger massage," Mishima gasped, "This isn't... this isn't a massage... ah...," yet sweet moans and wet sounds filled the room. As two fingers slid inside, she protested, "Ah... no...," but her body betrayed her—her slick, eager response unmistakable. The treatment intensified. "Now, we'll use the male organ for treatment..."—and out came the clinic's special "acupressure rod" (dick), rock-hard and ready. Promising "just a little insertion," he plunged in to the hilt—liar!! Mrs. Mishima, you're not pulling away at all—you're clearly enjoying it!! Your breasts bouncing with every thrust!! Your face, voice, and breath all drenched in ecstasy... you're even moving your hips on your own now, craving deeper strokes. The treatment table creaks, nearly collapsing under the intensity. "Are you enjoying it?" he asks. "Yes!! I am!!" she answers honestly, lost in sensation. Full missionary, drenched in oil, thrusting deep, again and again. "You want to come, don't you?" he asks. "Yes... yes... I do... I want to... please thrust deep inside!!" she begs, gripping the sheets. The pounding grows even fiercer. "I'm going to cum inside!!" "No, no... ah... ahh~!!"—such a cute desperate face as he erupts, shooting thick, semi-solid white cum from her pink slit, oozing out slowly. Mishima-san, should those gorgeous breasts ache again, we'll be waiting.
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