Staying at a business hotel during a work trip, I called for an escort massage service to relieve my tired body, knowing many young women work there. The therapist who arrived was a stunningly beautiful, big-breasted woman with an incredible figure, dressed in a sexy outfit that teasingly revealed her assets. She's been working in this industry for about two years and specializes in meticulous, erotic massages that blend sensuality and skill. As the session begins, her touch becomes so arousing that my arousal quickly reaches the brink of explosion.
Although she has a boyfriend—a classmate she's been with for about two years—she admits that if a man she likes invites her, she might go out for dinner or even have sex. With a mischievous smile, she whispers, "I do like naughty things, you know... w But of course, nothing like that can happen at work... w," revealing her secretly wild side, which only heightens my excitement.
Her soft, voluptuous breasts rub against my body as she says, "I'll start working on your groin now," slipping her hand under the side of my underwear, grazing my rock-hard cock. I can't hold back any longer. Reaching for her full breasts, I feel her respond with, "Touching is really not allowed, you know...?"—yet she guides my arm between her tits as if giving a titfuck, pulls me close, and passionately kisses me, initiating deep, intense tongue play.
Even a beautiful, well-endowed therapist with a boyfriend can't resist if she enjoys sex. Fully confident she's mine now, I lay her down on the bed, suckle her nipples, pull off her skirt, and latch onto her clit. Soon, she's trembling uncontrollably—"Ah... wait... I'm cumming...! I'm cumming!"—her body convulsing in climax.
Spreading her legs into a wide M shape, I stimulate her with a vibrator. "No...! I'm cumming! Again!!" she cries, arching her back violently in orgasm, then surrendering her gravure-model-perfect body to me, craving my tongue in another deep, hungry kiss. "Look how much pre-cum you're leaking... w," she giggles, teasing the head of my cock, then jerking me off with slick, saliva-drenched hands while giving an expert blowjob—pushing me right to the edge of ejaculation.
When I pin her onto the bed and try to enter her, she softly murmurs, "Go slow..."—but I can't contain myself, thrusting deep inside her in one powerful motion. Grinding against her uterus with each piston stroke, she moans, "It feels so good... your cock feels so good..."—her sultry smile turning into wild, breathless cries as her pleasure intensifies. "No... there! I'm cumming... I'm cumming!!" she screams, her body shaking violently in another powerful orgasm.
To be able to use the supreme, unattainable body of such a high-class woman (even though she has a boyfriend) like my own personal pussy—my balls swell tightly with pleasure.
Pounding her from behind, she moans in ecstasy, "So good... so good..." her face dazed with pleasure. Switching to cowgirl, she rides me wildly, grinding the tip of my cock against her deepest, most sensitive spot, climaxing repeatedly—her uninhibited passion utterly adorable.
As I shoot my load onto her body in missionary position, she gazes at the cum covering her with exhausted delight: "You came so much... I've never seen anyone shoot this much before... w"—a sight so irresistible I can't get enough.