Her First Massage: A Short Lesbian Erotica Story

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Her body language can decide if that was harassment or not: her looks, way of touching with eye contact… etc. It gives me such a sense of satisfaction to know she’s turned on too, that she enjoys this, even if it’s never spoken of out loud. She keeps going until my climax peaks and ebbs away, but the massage doesn’t end there, Sofija’s only getting started. Sofija runs her free hand over my body again, her arms are long enough that she can reach up to grasp my breasts and pinch my nipples.Her fingers dance over my g-spot, she doesn’t fuck me with the one up my bum, she just curls it inside me to tickle that incredible place within and as her fingertip touches it a wave of pleasure erupts and surges through me. Curiosity gets the better of her and she decides to book a massage, figuring she'll enjoy it either way.

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