I stepped forward and calmly walked over to some shelves. There were many types of oil; I picked one with a lavender scent, a smell I liked.
I opened it and poured it onto my hands, making sure they were well covered. There were many types, but I chose this one because it gave a refreshing and penetrating cold sensation!.
I felt it was ideal to balance out things that would get hot..
Once ready, I went over to the beautiful MILF who was waiting for me on the massage table like a delicious feast served just for me.
It was a sight that had recently shattered my sanity, but now I was calm, very calm.
Unlike a moment ago, everything was fine now.
"Nnghh! It's cold! It feels good~."
I placed my oily hands on her smooth, soft back, which began to give it a sexy, reflective sheen.
"That's right, my lady, but this is only the beginning. Now I will exercise my profession to the fullest."
My mind was so serene that I felt myself entering a higher state; I was touching an abstract but real concept, this serenity was the right state to accomplish what I had planned without distractions.
"Mngh~ this is what I was talking about... a little more, haah~."
"Yes, my lady."
Ssslhh... ssshh...
The faint sound of my oily hands coming into contact with her skin could be heard.
This time, I wasn't giving her a relaxing massage or one to lower her tension.
No! I was shamelessly giving her a massage that stirred her desire and made her body heat rise, while I prepared to take her to the very peak.
The me of now knew exactly what I had to do.
"Ahhh~, Haaa... haahh, yes~"
I had barely started again on her back, but I could already hear her heavy breathing; it was mixed with melodious moans, full of satisfaction and hints of desire.
It made me feel like the conductor of a symphony... a symphony of decadence and corruption.
"Mngh!~, that's it, this is very good~"
I picked up the oil container again and began to pour it directly onto her skin. It was an exciting sight; moreover, her reactions to the oil were even more tempting and sexy.
With my hands well covered in oil, I moved gently down to her lower back, leaving her skin shiny and moist.
During my journey, I stimulated the right spots, refining her body and increasing her sensitivity and Receptive.
"uff~, it feels really... good, hahh~ like that! Mmmgh!!"
I moved to her sides and began to make up-and-down movements. I had felt it before, but now that I was doing it directly, I had to say that her skin was very soft and smooth, making it easy for me to mold it and give her a penetrating massage that caused her to moan intensely without stopping.
I was thorough and careful, and once I felt it was enough, I went lower, wanting to experience every inch of this delicious experience.
My hands slid down her waist, shamelessly without leaving her skin, and moved up those rounded and prominent curves.
"Mmmngh~"
I felt her tremble; she shivered at my immoral touch, clearly aware that I was caressing her soft curves. Even so…
"Mnhgh~.... hmmmm ~"
There were no complaints about crossing boundaries, just the continuation of her moans and a kind of expectation that even I could feel.
At that moment, feeling her softness, I really wanted to massage those large, soft mounds thoroughly, but one must save the best for last, so I continued downward.
"Mmmngh! Haaahhh~"
No, I don't know if it was a sigh of relief, disappointment, or just another moan of pleasure, but that didn't stop me. I continued my way down, never taking my hands off her skin.
Ssshh... ssshh...
I made my way all the way down, not forgetting to replenish the amount of oil and apply my massage technique, stimulating all her pressure points with a small amount of mana and making her more and more sensitive and hot.
"Ughhh! Nngh! Yes...!"
Now, at the level of her feet, I made sure to massage them thoroughly. There were many important points to stimulate there, and I would make sure to do so with precision; the more pressure I applied, the more I noticed how her body trembled, blushed, and contracted, and even increased in heat.
Obviously, this massage was having its effect. The final confirmation came when I looked up.
Hee~, I'm sure I didn't run my hands there!
From there, I had a tempting and clear view—to say the least—of her sacred place that confirmed to me that my massage and everything I was doing was on the right track.
As she shifted her feet, she subtly allowed me a glimpse of her secret area; a faint, watery sheen shimmered there.
Obviously, my oil-covered hands hadn't gone there, so it couldn't be oil that was leaving that wet, shiny spot.
It was something she herself had caused.
Her petals were very wet, and if I paid attention, I could tell that she had been like that for quite some time, to the point that the massage table beneath her also had a touch of moisture.
~Come~
The more I looked, the more tempting it was to me. My throat went dry; I felt like I was seeing an oasis after walking in an endless desert.
~Try it~
It was a mind-blowing whisper calling me to drink her sweet nectar.
"Gulp."
"Mmngh~ aaanm~ yess~"
Swallowing only made the thirst more intense; her precious place called to me seductively, almost hypnotically, along with her increasingly sexy moans.
It was irresistible even in my current state. I wanted to go there, but I had a clear goal.
"More~, Mmmgh~"
So I finished the foot massage first, which was very effective; in addition to being sensual, her voice was becoming softer in tone, which gave me a tingling sensation.
If it had been before, I would have gone crazy faster, but not now.
I was able to finish what I had planned on her feet and finally moved back up. My fingers moved masterfully, running over her skin until they rested again on her very soft, plump, and juicy thighs; I began to massage them firmly.
"Aaah, more! Harder!~❤️"
Before, her softness and the feel of her skin had affected me greatly, but now I no longer needed to hold back. She herself was asking for more, and I would not disappoint her.
I applied more oil and spread it over them, giving them a glossy, wet, slick, and sensual sheen. I began to massage them, and of course, while doing so, I was fully enjoying the sensation her thighs offered.
"Hummgh~ Mmm... mmm~..... ohhh...!"
I now had her legs together, just as I had intended; that pressed her thighs together, and when I placed my hands between them, they sank into their softness.
It was a great experience. On the other hand, I noticed something curious: now that she had her legs pressed tightly together, her thighs and buttocks were prominent, so that in that position, her sacret place was partially hidden… only revealed when I massaged her thighs correctly."
It was very tempting, and it was so close that I felt I could perceive a smell different from her body odor and the oil, beyond the sweat that was beginning to form on her and make her more shiny.
It was something that further heightened my spirit, but I was calm again and continued meticulously with her thighs.
My hands began to move over them with broad, intense movements, starting at the back of her knees and slowly but surely moving upward, without any care, getting closer and closer to her center.
Methodically, I began to move up gently, getting closer and closer to her precious place, creating a kind of expectation that I would inevitably get there.
"Ahhh! More... a little more, mnhmm!~"
I felt that either she wanted it to be more intense, or she was being cheeky and didn't care about anything, even inviting me to get there.
But whatever it was, it was definitely not a request to stop me… Even though everything I was doing was highly questionable, there were only exultant moans of pleasure, asking for more and encouraging me.
I continued to move upward gently, until finally, when I was just a few inches away from any contact with her sensitive spot—just a little more and I would reach it.
"..."
I felt a moment of silence; and when I was at a distance where the slightest mistake would initiate certain contact, I stopped, changed the movement of my hands, and began to move downward.
"haaahmg!~"
It seemed as if she had been holding her breath, and finally, a heavy sigh escaped her.
There was a hint of disappointment mixed in her voice; obviously, touching her there was beyond the scope of any conventional massage, but she seemed to be hoping for an 'accident' to happen. However, thanks to my skill, my manual control was precise.
I concentrated and my fingers moved masterfully. This time I was a little more daring, and although it had nothing to do with the massage itself, I focused on her inner thigh, a few inches from her sensitive spot.
Playing tentatively close to danger, I glanced at her from time to time, and she continued letting her essence flow, making her shinier and more alluring.
In the air, that different scent I had been smelling grew stronger; it was a sweet pheromonal aroma that intoxicated me and made the flames inside me burn, a flame that, unlike my calm mind, burned wildly, ready to consume everything.
"Mnagh! A little harder! Up, more!"
Her melodic voice shamelessly asked me for more; even so, it did not influence my actions. I massaged her inner thigh, moved up to the top of the hill, and down.
I repeated this several times; there were no more points to stimulate here, but it didn't matter.
The softness of her ass was difficult to describe in words: an enveloping but firm softness that tempted me to play with them for hours, molding them to my liking, without getting tired.
It felt so good that, at one point, I moved them more, squeezed them, and even slapped them together. I was like the happiest child playing with his new toy.
Slap! Slap!
I was tempted to keep repeating it, and I did, not to mention that, from time to time, she gave me a good view.
I was so close! And with one simple movement, I could take it to another level and reach her sweetness , but I didn't... not yet.
By this point, her soft butt was almost completely covered in oil; just a little more and it would be completely shiny.
I just had to put my hands in that soft valley, but again, I didn't... it wasn't the way I wanted it.
My hands went back down to her thighs to tentatively move up towards her core.
It was the same technique as before, but even slower and more thorough. A deliberate movement that heightened expectations.
I was getting closer and closer to reaching her; this time I didn't plan on turning back. Slowly but surely, I moved up her thighs while also taking her to the highest point.
My massage was not just a massage that heightened arousal and heat; No, it was a massage that also made her body very sensitive and receptive.
All this time, I had been composing a perfect symphony that raised her tension to the absolute limit.
It was a melody that, once I played the last note, would have only one possible outcome. And with that as a premise, she was definitely at her peak, close to the edge of falling.
Finally, I just had to go up, I just had to play the last note that would end this.
And there was so little left... I could feel how she knew it too, and her body instinctively prepared for what was about to happen.
And it was at that moment, when my hands were about to touch her sweetness, that...