My body craved attention after weeks alone, every inch tense from the divorce drama I'd sworn off. No more hard cock distractions or sloppy blowjob nights—just me and my daughter. The spa's dim lights hummed with promise as the receptionist smirked, 'Mandy's ready for you, darling. Try not to moan too loud this time.' I laughed sharply, 'Please, after the men I've ditched, a woman's touch is the only upgrade worth sweating over.'
In the changing room, I shed my clothes and caught my reflection: huge tits with erect nipples, smooth shaved pussy already hinting at need. Feeling bold, I slipped a finger inside my wet pussy, licked the dripping juice, and whispered, 'Horny much?' Robe half-open, I flashed a nipple in the waiting area. Mandy appeared, eyes locking on it with a confident grin. 'Accident, or invitation? Follow me—your body's been begging all week.'
Her room smelled of oils and heat. 'Strip and climb up,' she said, strong hands guiding my robe away. 'No submission here; tell me what you want.' I crawled onto the table, tits jiggling, and spread my legs slightly. 'Make it count, Mandy. Unlike those panting fools with their hard cocks, I expect results.' She chuckled, witty and sharp: 'Sweetheart, my fingers don't lie or leave early. Let's see that ass and pussy beg properly.'
Oil slicked my back, then her palms claimed my buttocks, brushing my swollen mound. I arched, horny and inviting. 'Deeper—don't tease like a bad date.' Her fingers grazed my wet pussy again. 'Turn over,' she commanded. My tits flung free as I flipped, legs parted wide. She poured oil over my mound, watching it drip between my ass cheeks. 'Feel that? Better than any cum you've chased.'
Hands kneaded my breasts, pinching nipples hard. 'Internal massage?' she asked with a smirk. 'Fuck yes,' I panted, 'stretch me until I explode.' One finger slid in, then two, three, working my walls until her fist filled my pussy completely. Knuckles pressed my g-spot; I moaned, sweating, body shaking as juices built. 'That's it—take control,' she urged. My legs trembled, and I came hard, squirting around her arm in pulsing streams, cum soaking the table. She giggled, pressing her palm to calm my dripping, quivering muscles. 'Weekly sessions? Techniques never repeat.' I sat up, heavy tits swinging, eyeing the massive wet spot. 'Count on it.'
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