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  • Rhea Moore

Think of Nothing but How Good this Feels

Somewhere, sometime, this may or may not have happened: “Don’t think about anything except how good this feels the second time around.” Her hands slid in between his legs and curled around his balls squeezing them lightly.


In the beginning of their session she had unclothed him slowly as she gently kissed her way down his chest to his waist and then even lower. Her lips wrapped around him proved more than he had expected. He pressed his hips against her face and could feel the tip of his head poking deeply into her throat.


Then suddenly she sat up, pushed him down against the massage table and wrapped her large breasts around his pulsating shaft and in a cry of, “Your tits are beautiful!!” he came all over her chest.


Now, he’d had a long sensuous massage and she was working his genitals again. Stroking, kneading, pulling, sucking… whispering, “This is only about feeling good, it’s only about making sure that every part of your body gets touched during this massage.”



He felt himself rise once more, her lips stroking his cock, while her oiled, soft fingers were gently probing his anus. Then suddenly… “Mmmmm oooohhh Goooooddddd.” he moaned as he burst into his second orgasm of the night and looked into her smiling eyes. “Wow” was all he could seem to mutter as she continued the massage down his thighs and finishing at his feet.


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