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« Uusin viesti kirjoittanut Kayla 06.07.2026, 13:17 »continue...
Last session took an unexpected turn. After exhausting myself with Lilys face I flopped down to the ground next to her. After admiring the sky together, we started talking. Turns out, she is working at a salon not so far away. She has a very straight-forward way of talking, which leaves no room for guessing if she means what she is saying, or just being polite. My inner -tism can take a breath of relieve and sit down, when I'm in her company.
So here I am. At her Beauty salon. Bottom naked, under a towel, and a spagetti strap top. Easy access to places I’m getting sugar waxed. I do this once a year just for shits and giggles, so I know the drill.
”You came!” Lily sounded a little surprised as she is walking in. Can’t remember the last time someone was this happy to see me. I might have deep dived too hard on the hermit mode these part ten years. What do I say to that? ”Of course.”
Our conversation had a natural flow throughout the time it took to wax me from armpits to toes. Well, not toes, shins. Even the full brazilian came out great, no fold left unturned. She even got the little kitty whiskers from the bottom of the V that sometimes gets overlooked.
Her hands and the oil she massages on my skin as after care, it’s like she flipped a switch in my head. To fuck mode. When she is done with my shins she take the bottle of oil, poors it over my thighs and now bold vulva.
All I can do is lie down nicely as she proceeds to rub me all over, making sure every inch is covered. She run her fingers through the folds in my crotch that are now slippery with oil and my own juices. To get her easier access I put my legs in butterfly position. Now I feel her two fingers sliding all the way down to my butthole, making circles in the area.
I’m just happy to be here. I reach my hands over my head, to grap hold to the edge of the massage table.
”All good,” Lily pats me on the knee ”Just give me a second” and my eyes follow her as she dims down the very bright light. Not going to need that anymore. I watch her remove her uniform. She’s wearing her tattoos and piercings underneath.
She climbs on the table with me, between my legs. My right leg goes on her shoulder. She rests her right leg on my belly.
What I sight!
I can’t take my eyes off of her when she straddels me. Her weight parts my pussylips and the roughness of her full bush on my clitoris gives me a little jolt. My hand flies to hold her leg that’s on my belly, another hand on her bum encouraging her to carry on. It takes a little while to find her rhythm, then it's full riding. I'm spreading my legs as wide as I can to give her everything. Groin to groin, the rubbing, I never want it to end. From shallow breathing to holding her breath Lilys body shakes, there’s a short brake, then more tribbing.
I’m putting a lot of trust in this massage table, as it doesn’t seem to mind all the body rocking on it. I’m supporting Lily to stay on the saddle as she’s climaxing over and over, each orgasm bigger than the last one.
My pleasure is here, watching her. Listening to the wet sounds, smelling sex. I reach my hand to her rear, my fingers find something hard. She had a plugg this whole time,
”You sneaky little minx” ...didn’t mean to say that out load. Not that Lily is listening. She is grinding her pelvis hard against mine. I reciprocate, push my pelvis so that they are now smushing our swollen, massive clits together almost crushing everything in between them until there is no other choise but to climax. Trembling, we keep scissoring until all blood has dispersed, our legs are shaking.
My head is buzzing. Lily climbs down, but I don’t want to move yet.
Don’t know whether to stay in this fuck limbo or go home...
Last session took an unexpected turn. After exhausting myself with Lilys face I flopped down to the ground next to her. After admiring the sky together, we started talking. Turns out, she is working at a salon not so far away. She has a very straight-forward way of talking, which leaves no room for guessing if she means what she is saying, or just being polite. My inner -tism can take a breath of relieve and sit down, when I'm in her company.
So here I am. At her Beauty salon. Bottom naked, under a towel, and a spagetti strap top. Easy access to places I’m getting sugar waxed. I do this once a year just for shits and giggles, so I know the drill.
”You came!” Lily sounded a little surprised as she is walking in. Can’t remember the last time someone was this happy to see me. I might have deep dived too hard on the hermit mode these part ten years. What do I say to that? ”Of course.”
Our conversation had a natural flow throughout the time it took to wax me from armpits to toes. Well, not toes, shins. Even the full brazilian came out great, no fold left unturned. She even got the little kitty whiskers from the bottom of the V that sometimes gets overlooked.
Her hands and the oil she massages on my skin as after care, it’s like she flipped a switch in my head. To fuck mode. When she is done with my shins she take the bottle of oil, poors it over my thighs and now bold vulva.
All I can do is lie down nicely as she proceeds to rub me all over, making sure every inch is covered. She run her fingers through the folds in my crotch that are now slippery with oil and my own juices. To get her easier access I put my legs in butterfly position. Now I feel her two fingers sliding all the way down to my butthole, making circles in the area.
I’m just happy to be here. I reach my hands over my head, to grap hold to the edge of the massage table.
”All good,” Lily pats me on the knee ”Just give me a second” and my eyes follow her as she dims down the very bright light. Not going to need that anymore. I watch her remove her uniform. She’s wearing her tattoos and piercings underneath.
She climbs on the table with me, between my legs. My right leg goes on her shoulder. She rests her right leg on my belly.
What I sight!
I can’t take my eyes off of her when she straddels me. Her weight parts my pussylips and the roughness of her full bush on my clitoris gives me a little jolt. My hand flies to hold her leg that’s on my belly, another hand on her bum encouraging her to carry on. It takes a little while to find her rhythm, then it's full riding. I'm spreading my legs as wide as I can to give her everything. Groin to groin, the rubbing, I never want it to end. From shallow breathing to holding her breath Lilys body shakes, there’s a short brake, then more tribbing.
I’m putting a lot of trust in this massage table, as it doesn’t seem to mind all the body rocking on it. I’m supporting Lily to stay on the saddle as she’s climaxing over and over, each orgasm bigger than the last one.
My pleasure is here, watching her. Listening to the wet sounds, smelling sex. I reach my hand to her rear, my fingers find something hard. She had a plugg this whole time,
”You sneaky little minx” ...didn’t mean to say that out load. Not that Lily is listening. She is grinding her pelvis hard against mine. I reciprocate, push my pelvis so that they are now smushing our swollen, massive clits together almost crushing everything in between them until there is no other choise but to climax. Trembling, we keep scissoring until all blood has dispersed, our legs are shaking.
My head is buzzing. Lily climbs down, but I don’t want to move yet.
Don’t know whether to stay in this fuck limbo or go home...
Se tarkoitti, että avasimme koneen kuoren, etsimme asetuksia edustavat hyppylangat eli "jumpperit", siirsimme ne maahantuojan ohjeiden mukaan uuteen asentoon eli kumosimme tai purimme ne tehdasasetukset. Sitten laitoimme kopan kiinni ja toivoimme parasta. Tästä syystä hieman vierastan tuota termiä. Se kertoo siitä, miten insinöörit vaikuttavat maailmankuvaamme ja toivorikkaasti myös siitä, etteivät tehdasasetukset ole pysyviä.