Facial rinse

Well, this was nothing like any spa I had ever visited before. After soaking luxuriously in the steaming hot tub, letting the jets massage my skin, and the heat loosen every tight muscle, the masseuse finally entered the private room. He was tall and lean, with strong hands that promised expert care, and I could not help noticing the thick, promising bulge straining against the front of his tight shorts. Perhaps I had misread the sign out front. Maybe this was one of those specialty massage-and-facial places I had been reading about online, the kind that offered far more intimate services than the usual spa treatments.

Sure enough, once his skilled fingers finished working the tension from my shoulders and back, the real massage began deep inside my dripping pussy. He slid his hard cock into me slowly at first, stretching my slick walls as I moaned into the towel, my hips pushing back eagerly to take every inch. I did not mind at all. In fact, my body craved more. He thrust harder, filling me completely, the wet sounds of our bodies filling the steamy air while his hands gripped my ass and held me open for deeper strokes. My clit throbbed with every powerful pump, and I came hard around him, clenching and pulsing as waves of pleasure ripped through me.

Finally, he pulled out and stroked his glistening cock over my face, dumping thick ropes of hot cum across my cheeks, lips, and tongue for the perfect finishing facial. I licked what I could reach, savoring the salty taste while the rest dripped down my chin. I am definitely going back to this place.