Her breasts flowing from my neck down to my lower back and rising up to my ass. Our legs trying to stay in as much contact as possible. A massage is s...pposed to be relaxing, but what she’s doing to me has my every nerve on end. Slowly her movements get smaller end we end up lying cheek to cheek. She whispers “Turn around”. She gets up and lets me make the turn. My dick is at full mast standing up. Straddling me, no time is wasted and I get squired with oil. She starts to massage the oil into my. By the time he had silently entered by the front door and moved to the doorway to the lounge Thor was on top of Ying and doing what a dog does. He humped her vigorously still unable to bury his knot in her but still able to climax. As he did so Manfred entered the lounge in a fury.“What the fuck are you doing” he screamed. Ying screamed but Thor was fucking his bitch and he wasn’t about to stop. Manfred kicked Thor in the side knocking him away from Ying. Ying sprung up off the couch. Thor. I was unable to speak, enjoying her soft warmth pressed against me. Long before I could get tired of that feeling, she sank to her knees, letting her lips brush against the prominent bulge in my shorts. She used her teeth to unsnap the top of my shorts. Then, giving me a smoldering look first, she extended her tongue to help grasp the tab on my zipper and then she pulled it down – again with her teeth. I was panting as I watched her undress me. After she had my shorts down my legs and I shakily. She led me inside and the inside of the building fared no better. Broken lighting, stairs that were rickety at best and fire hose cabinets long since empty greeted us.She lived on the second floor and so we climbed, she pointed out a step I was wise to avoid and we made it safely to the second floor. She took me to her apartment–2C right over the staircase–and just as she was about to open the old weathered door, she stopped."Roger, my apartment isn't much. It is small and like the rest of the.