Ankita stepped out of the cold Canadian air and into the upscale massage parlor. The receptionist greeted her with a warm smile and a steaming cup of tea. Ankita graciously accepted, her hands wrapped around the cup to warm them up.
"Ankita, correct?" the receptionist asked, checking her off the list.
Ankita nodded, taking a sip of the tea. It was sweet and soothing, just what she needed after a long day.
"John will be your massage therapist for the day," the receptionist continued. "He's waiting for you in room three."
Ankita made her way down the hallway, her heart beating a little faster than usual. She couldn't help but notice the bulge in John's pants as he introduced himself. She tried to focus on her appointment, but the sight of his 10-inch dick was distracting, to say the least.
John led her to the massage room, gesturing for her to take a seat on the table. Ankita obliged, her mind racing with thoughts of what was to come.
John began the massage, starting with her feet. Ankita tensed up as he moved closer to her legs, but she tried to relax and enjoy the experience. His hands were strong and confident, and she couldn't help but feel a little turned on.
"Looks like someone's enjoying themselves a little too much," John said, a smirk on his face as he noticed Ankita's arousal.
Ankita blushed, trying to play it cool. "I'm just enjoying the massage, that's all."
John continued to flirt with Ankita, but she stood her ground. "Focus on the massage, John," she said firmly.
John started to massage Ankita's back, and she couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure. John took this as an invitation and started to rub her in a more intimate way.
Ankita tried to resist, but she found herself getting more and more turned on. She finally agreed to have sex with John, but only on one condition: sex with a condom.
John agreed, but Ankita quickly realized that his dick was too big for her. She cried out in pain as he thrust into her.
John, feeling guilty, secretly removed the condom and came inside Ankita's womb. Ankita, still in pain, cried out in shock.
John apologized and helped Ankita get dressed. She left the parlor in a daze, still trying to process what just happened.
Ankita went home and took a shower, trying to wash away the guilt and shame she felt. She laid in bed next to her husband, unable to sleep. She wondered if she should tell him what happened, but ultimately decided to keep it a secret.
Ankita couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal. She had always been loyal to her husband, but she couldn't deny the attraction she felt towards John. She knew she had made a mistake, but she couldn't help but wonder if she would make it again.
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