She was extremely wet and her moans were increasing in strength. Steph wasn’t holding back. It had been ages since she felt passion flow through he... in such a way. She wasn’t about to keep quiet or stop for lack of decency. When Paul slid a second finger into her, she began to feel an orgasm building. She reached down and began to play with her clitoris. Steph rubbed it hard in unison with Paul’s finger fucking, her free arm wrapped around him for support. Her muscles clenched hard around. I told him that her in this parlour NO girl would come out and give massage at clients place so it though why dont i make use of this opportunity as asked him that if he ok then i am ready to give massage to her and he can fulfill his fantasy of see his wife getting massage.The idea was a great struck to him and he was like YES for it immediately.The only issue is that his wife will not agree for the massage from a guy.I told him not to worry and I would plan the way out give me time for 2 days. I offered a soft massage on the surface of the yoni. She closed her eyes in pleasure, but I started working on it. She started letting out moans, and finally as I touched a pressure point her body started to convulse, as she mouthed out: "GOD Yesssssssss. Oh fuck Yesssssss"I went up beside her, and held her hand. Once she regained her composure, she looked up at me, and turned beat red. I put my other hand on her cheek, and instructed her in a soft voice: Just breath… in through your nose… out. The truth was, that was the way she used to do it. Those were surely the best memories she had of doing it. They were truly great memories, before everything went wrong. The cold January air began to sweep through the closet, so Lucy decided to get up and put some clothes on. For a woman in her thirties, she was very pretty, with long blonde hair and brown eyes and a face that on occasion freckled in the summer. She wasn’t very tall or heavy, but she sure turned heads. What day was it? Ah, yes-.