So I KNOW that his real name wasn’t Paul but it was nice that they were trying to make it easier for us to remember our masseuses’ names. I love massages and get them on a regular basis. The edge of his hand passing directly over my tight sphincter sent sparks firing all over my nervous system. “Ooof,” I exhaled through tight lips. My body and brain were on fire with desire and for the first time in my life I understood why some women truly enjoy anal sex. Paul drizzled more hot oil onto my ass, making sure some slid down my crack. Now it was my turn to chuckle, even as my face burst out with a heated blush. He thrust his cock down between my cheeks until I could feel the tip against my balls. I was terrified for him to continue but was powerless to ask him to stop. He squirmed side to side letting his chest slide all over my butt and thighs.
