Aishwarya Young Slut Wife

The Dirty Masseur- Aeishwarya gets a hot massage and even hotter sex
“That was tiring” Krishna sighed as they closed the doors behind them. He switched on the air conditioning on full blast.

“And sweaty. And dirty” Aeishwarya added as she took out her tank top to show her black bra and stood right under the air conditioning. They had been cleaning the terrace garden since the morning.

Krishna held her from behind and whispered into her ear, “Care to join for a bath?” His palms slithered on her sweaty abdomen.

“No.” she bit her lip and blushed.

“Not enough? Then how about a massage before the bath?” grinning he took her hand and led her to one of the showers.

“Our massage and bath package include a basic bath first.” He removed her trousers, “to get rid of the smell!”

Aeishwarya laughed and elbowed him, “Doesn’t the masseur need a bath too?”

“Yes, he does.”

“So get your own bath. I am not sharing.” She pushed him out of the shower.

She took a cold bath to calm herself. She had barely managed not to touch herself in the shower.

When Krishna came out Aeishwarya was already lying stomach down on the bed in the bedroom. She had a towel covering her backside.

“Towel?”

“Of course. This isn’t Bangkok, is it?” she suppressed her laughter at his erect cock. She enjoyed knowing how hard she could get him.

He was naked with a raging hard on and here she was playing games. He spanked her towel clad ass “All set?”

“Eagerly set.”

Krishna got a bottle of baby oil.

“Don’t you need to wear something? I wouldn’t want anything except the oil on my skin.” She lightly tapped his swollen cockhead.

He stood over her and snatched the towel and tied it around his waist. He admired her. Taking a deep breath he held her feet in his hands.

First he started massaging her soles. As he massaged her ankle he kissed her soles.

“The massage includes kisses?” Aeishwarya asked

“No, but the masseur is pretty dirty”

Aeishwarya giggled and Krishna kissed her ankles while massaging her calves followed by her thighs. Then he went for her lower back. He started kissing from the base of her spine. He kissed upward till he reached her hair. He inhaled the smell of her hair. He started kneading her back.

“Hhhmmmm” she purred.

He massaged her shoulders and kissed them. He took the bottle of oil and squirted a large quantity over her back and spread it.

“Your hands are warm.” She sighed as he relaxed her muscle knots.

He squirted more oil on her back and spread up to it her neck and then downwards on her calves. He slightly pushed his hands below, brushing her ass. Seeing no comments being made he her spread the oils on her ass cheeks.

“The masseur is too dirty” she commented, “just the way I prefer.”

He kneaded her backside and slightly brushed her groin. Pouring more oil over her tiny little rosebud he clamped his thumb over it and tickled her pussy. She shuddered and moaned. He poured oil on her thighs and massaged her inner thighs, brushing her lower lips again and again. He grabbed both her hands and pulled them behind, lifting her torso. He felt his blood rushing as he saw her magnificent breasts hang. He turned her over and poured oil over her stomach. His fingers lightly touched the underside of her breasts. He took some more oil and massaged her breasts. She shifted in her place and arched her back pressing her breasts in his hands. The dark brown nipples and wheatish skin shimmered as he played with her big breasts. He tweaked her nipples and pulled them making her moan. As though her body was hot-wired to her groin, she felt the sweet pain grow there and her insides going haywire. He massaged her torso more, pressing her sides. He held her narrow waist and kissed her navel. She squirmed and tried to clutch the mat. He spread more oil on her inner thighs and again teased her for some more time.

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