When the doorbell rings, a slender, beautiful-legged woman walks in. Her legs are so captivating that I can't help but stare, and she smirks, teasing, "You're really checking out my legs, huh? You into legs?" Excited at the thought of playing with her, my heart races—but as soon as we enter the room, she pins me against the wall, presses her knee into my crotch, and starts grinding. She then pushes me down and straddles my face with her proud legs, smothering me. She begins stepping on my groin, driving me to the edge. "Let's take a shower together," she suggests. "Huh? We're showering?" I reply, surprised, but she cuddles up beside me anyway. As she lies close, she strokes my shaft with her legs, giggling, "Look at you, so hard! I'm rubbing you with your favorite legs, aren't I?" Slowly, she stands up and says, "How about this?"—then turns on an electric massager. "You're loving this, huh? Look how stiff you are! This is called an electric massager~" she laughs, thoroughly enjoying herself as she runs it over me. The sensation quickly brings me to my first climax. Right after ejaculation, she continues tormenting me, using both feet to stimulate my shaft. She repeats a series of tortures—stepping on me, face-sitting, leg teasing, grinding her knees into my crotch—making me cum over and over. Completely drained, I lie helpless as she keeps the electric massager going and asks, "You'll request me again tomorrow, right?" "No way!" I protest, but she threatens, "If you don't book me, I won't stop the massager," forcing me to promise to rebook her.