**The Massage**

I never expected Tao to say yes when I offered to give her a massage. We’d been flirting for weeks—lingering touches, hungry glances—but tonight, something felt different. The air was thick with tension as she stretched out on my bed, her long, toned body draped in nothing but a thin tank top and cotton panties.

“Just relax,” I murmured, kneeling beside her as I poured a generous amount of warm oil into my palms. The sweet, musky scent filled the room as I rubbed my hands together, then pressed them against the base of her spine. She let out a soft sigh, her body melting under my touch.

I worked slowly, kneading the tightness from her shoulders, tracing the curve of her back down to the dip of her waist. My thumbs pressed into the knots along her shoulders, and she moaned, low and appreciative. “Fuck, your hands feel amazing,” she breathed, arching slightly into my touch.

I smiled, letting my fingers drift lower, skimming the edge of her panties. She tensed for just a second before relaxing again, like she was waiting to see how far I’d go. So I pushed further, slipping my hands beneath the waistband, teasing the soft swell of her ass.

“Is this okay?” I asked, my voice rough.

She exhaled shakily. “Don’t stop.”

That was all the permission I needed. I slid my fingers between her thighs, barely grazing her pussy through the soaked fabric of her panties. She gasped, her hips lifting instinctively, seeking more contact.

“You’re so wet already,” I growled, pressing my palm firmly against her cunt, feeling the heat radiating from her.

She whimpered, bucking against my hand. “Please.”

I hooked my fingers into the sides of her panties and pulled them down, tossing them aside. The sight of her pussy, glistening and swollen, made my cock throb painfully. I ran a finger through her slick folds, spreading her open, watching as her clit pulsed under my touch.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I muttered before lowering my mouth to her.

The second my tongue touched her, she cried out, fingers twisting into the sheets. I licked slow, deliberate strokes from her entrance up to her clit, circling it before sucking gently. Her thighs trembled around my head, her back arching off the bed.

“Oh my god, oh my god—” she babbled, grinding against my face.

I slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and she clenched around me with a choked moan. Her pussy was so tight, so fucking wet, and I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled away just long enough to yank my pants down, freeing my cock, which was already leaking precum.

“Need to be inside you,” I growled, lining myself up at her entrance.

She nodded frantically, reaching down to grip my shaft, guiding me into her. The moment I pushed in, we both groaned—her cunt stretched around me perfectly, hot and velvety. I buried myself to the hilt, pausing to let her adjust, but she rolled her hips impatiently.

“Move,” she demanded, nails digging into my shoulders.

So I did. I fucked her slow at first, savoring the way her tight little pussy gripped me with every thrust. But soon, the tension became unbearable—her cries grew louder, her legs locked around my waist, pulling me deeper. My pace turned rough, desperate, the slapping of our skin filling the room.

“I’m gonna cum,” she gasped, her whole body tensing.

“Yeah? Let me feel it.” I reached between us, thumb pressing hard on her clit as I pounded into her.

She came with a broken scream, her pussy clamping down on my cock like a vise, milking me as wave after wave of pleasure wracked her body. The sight of her unraveling beneath me pushed me over the edge—I thrust deep, grinding into her as my cock pulsed, filling her up.

We collapsed together, breathless and slick with sweat. She nuzzled against my chest, laughing softly.

“Best massage ever.”

I kissed her temple, still inside her, still throbbing. “We’re just getting started.”