Boyfriend Massage

My boyfriend's strong hands start at my shoulders, kneading away every knot with that perfect pressure that makes me melt into the table. "Relax, baby," he whispers, his voice husky as oil slicks across my bare skin. He works lower, thumbs circling my lower back, then sliding over my ass cheeks, spreading them just enough to tease my aching pussy. Fingers dip between my thighs, stroking my swollen lips, circling my clit until I'm gasping, hips bucking. He doesn't stop—plunging two fingers deep inside me, curling them against my G-spot while his thumb grinds my nub. The pressure builds, my walls clenching hard around him, and I shatter, cumming so intensely my screams echo, juices squirting all over his hand as waves of ecstasy rip through me.