
“My husband…might get mad…I’m afraid…I mean, I’m not sure if this is really part of the mass…shit!” My hands squeezed hard on her breasts while pulling my strokes up to pinch her n*****s lightly. “s**t, Tony…” her mouth just dropped while saying those words.
My fingers pinched Selena’s n*****s in a rounded motion.
“Rest assured ma’am, what I’m doing is absolutely legal and just a part of the special lymphatic massage technique.”
The whole time I was doing this to Selena, I thought I was controlled by something demonic.
All the blood rushing to my head felt like I was going to explode.
My breathing also started to get heavy and my heart pounded madly like a blacksmith rushing to cast the perfect iron sword.
I couldn’t feel my body, but I could feel every sensation of my fingers pinching Selena’s hardened and erect n*****s. I was overwhelmed with passion, and my body was burning with fervour.
My infatuation with Selena transformed into a passionate obsession. I saw Selena gave in helplessly to my strokes and reassuring justifications.
I poured more oil, this time directly to Selena’s body, and that made her body warmer than ever. The rising temperature made me more excited, and I felt something squirming in my stomach as my heart pounded brutally than ever. I caught every flow of oil on Selena’s body and wiped it all over her in gentle and hard strokes combined.
I never missed her breasts, constantly stopping and resting my clasped hands on her bosoms to gently squeeze them and swayed them in many different directions.
With every motion I did, Selena responded with different tones of ‘oohs’ and ‘ahs. The whole ordeal I was in was too overwhelming
– I couldn’t afford to hold my inhibitions any longer. I instructed Selena to stand up and kneel on the love seat stool. I assisted her in standing up because she was still in the middle of her reverie.

