mole of a promiscuous woman

First, let me clarify that I am not a professional male masseur. I only provide full-service massages and only serve attractive clients. Today, I received a call from a man asking me to come over tonight to massage his beautiful wife, and to give her all he could. Since she was a beautiful wife, I naturally didn't refuse. That evening, I rang the doorbell on time as agreed. A young gentleman answered, explaining that he had invited me to massage his wife.
We didn't talk much; the gentleman readily gave a few instructions and left, leaving only his wife and me inside. His wife was currently taking a shower, presumably to clean herself for the massage. I didn't tour their house myself—that would be unethical—so I set up my things and massage supplies in the living room, laying out the massage mat, as the gentleman had instructed that the massage could be done there.
After preparing, I sat on the sofa, waiting for the real protagonist of the evening to appear. On the coffee table next to me were two bottles of red wine and two full glasses of liquor, prepared by the host. I took a sip, savoring the aroma of the wine, and looked up at their wedding photo. The wife was indeed a beautiful woman—a delicate oval face, a high nose, and beautiful, peach-blossom eyes; a mature and elegant beauty.
Just as I was admiring her, I heard the sound of a door opening, and the owner of that beautiful face emerged. She was wrapped in a half-length towel, revealing chocolate-colored skin like Jiang Yi's, and she was also tall with long, slender legs; I guessed she was about 170 centimeters tall. Her face was slightly flushed; I figured that besides having just showered, she must have also been drinking earlier. Her hair was tied up in a bun and wrapped in a towel, complementing her beautiful face and giving her a classic beauty. The thought of giving this classic beauty a full massage filled me with a strange sense of joy.
"Hello, madam. I believe your husband has already explained. I am the masseur he invited to give you a full-body massage tonight. The massage mat is ready, and I'm at your service at any time."
I briefly explained what I was about to do. Usually, I don't need to say much because my clients already know what I'm about to do, whether through a female friend, lover, or husband. Like this lady today, her husband explained it to her.
The lady looked me over and said a few polite words to ease her tension; of course, my handsome and amiable appearance also gave her a good impression. Slowly, under my guidance, she lay face down on the mat, while I sat beside her, pressing my hands on her shoulders and neck, asking her if she had any discomfort.
After she relaxed, I gently pulled the towel down to her hips, leaving her half-naked, and began applying oil to massage her back. Massaging her back was to prepare for the series of passionate moments that followed, and I didn't hesitate to use various techniques to let her experience my skill. Moreover, my wife's back was beautifully curved, and I couldn't help but admire it, willing to spend more time on such a beautiful back.
After half an hour, my wife's tension and discomfort had mostly subsided, and my massage moved closer and closer to her buttocks, slowly removing the bath towel completely. My wife wasn't wearing underwear; she was completely naked under the towel, clearly aware of the pleasure she was about to receive.
I moved behind my wife, parted her legs, and finally poured the oil onto her buttocks and thighs for massage. Since my wife wasn't wearing underwear, I could clearly see her slightly moist vulva. Her pubic hair was trimmed, just the right amount, and the color of her pubic area was very dark; I didn't know if it was natural or from too much penetration. There was also a mole next to her labia, opposite the beauty mark next to her lips, which must be a slut's mole.
"Mmm..." My hands wandered over my wife's thighs and buttocks, pressing closer and closer to her vulva, and she slowly and softly let out a soft moan of pleasure.
My wife's thighs and buttocks were equally shapely and supple, indicating she exercised regularly; her entire back looked like that of a professional model. I kneaded her buttocks, enjoying the elasticity of her tender flesh, even deliberately parting her buttocks to admire her anus and vulva.
"Mmm..." Under my wantonness, her moans grew louder, seemingly both a pleasurable enjoyment and a protest against my insolence, but her labia majora and minora were undeniably engorged and swollen, her vulva glistening with moisture, her body slightly twisting, as if seeking comfort for her cunt. My wife was already aroused, but my hand only lingered at the edge of her vulva, not in a hurry to penetrate. I wanted her to slowly accumulate pleasure so that she could experience an intense orgasm later.
"Madam, let's change positions now." I lifted her buttocks, making her lie on all fours with her genitals completely exposed to me. She must have thought I was about to attack her pussy, but then I poured some lubricant on my fingers and said to her, "Madam, next is a service your husband specifically requested me to perform: anal massage. Please relax and enjoy!"
"Huh? What! No... Ah!"
While my wife was still in shock, I didn't let her continue to explain. My right middle finger was already inserted into my wife's anus, and my left hand held her body tightly to prevent her from resisting.
"Oh... Oh... Hmm..." I slowly stirred my finger, rubbing the anus and the flesh inside. My wife couldn't resist and slowly enjoyed it. The anus tightly gripped my finger, but with the lubricant, it didn't affect my movements. I rubbed and inserted at the same time, and she couldn't help but moan. Although it was a bit stifling, my wife's moans were still very pleasant to hear. With each insertion, rubbing, and twisting of my fingers, the sounds came in waves, indicating she was enjoying the anal massage.
After a while, I simply inserted my left middle finger into her vagina. Her earlier soft moans transformed into a continuous, clear cry like a bird's song as my two fingers moved in and out: "Ah...ah...ah...ah..."
The high and low syllables of her cries were incredibly beautiful; I really wanted to record them and use them as my morning alarm. However, this double penetration was too stimulating for her, and I couldn't let her climax so quickly. So I stopped thrusting and instead explored each hole with my fingers. This made her feel like she was being bitten by ants, but she was too embarrassed to protest.
"Ah...ah...ah..." Even so, with her writhing and moaning, I knew she was about to climax; her body was truly sensitive. But I felt it wasn't the right time yet; I wanted to keep her tantalized. So I withdrew my fingers and had my wife lie on her back to change positions.
I moved to her side again, and by then, my wife was flushed all over—a beautiful color on a woman's body when she's highly aroused. I stared at her for a moment before applying
oil and massaging her body. My wife's breasts were a B cup, with large, dark nipples, and the marks of childbirth on her stomach further emphasized that she was a dignified wife. Naturally, I didn't miss the opportunity to knead my wife's breasts and circle her nipples with my fingers, occasionally teasing her erect clitoris.
Now, this noble wife of another man, under my skillful manipulation, had her eyes tightly closed, panting, her body writhing like ants biting, displaying an expression of both endurance and enjoyment. I really should have taken a picture of this moment and added it next to her dignified wedding photo, because this was my wife's most beautiful moment.
As my wife gradually lost her senses, I secretly took off all my clothes and said, "Wife, let me massage your head again." Then, in a rude manner, I straddled her face with my legs, pressed my hands on the acupoints under her head, and lifted her head.
At this moment, her face naturally touched my already erect penis. My wife naturally knew what her face was touching. Although she kept pushing and pressing, rubbing her face against my penis, etiquette still kept her lips tightly closed. I had no choice but to press hard on the acupoints at the back of her head. With a comfortable "ah," my penis smoothly entered her mouth.
After it smoothly entered her mouth, my wife, driven by her lustful instincts, immediately abandoned all restraint. As if she had been eagerly anticipating it, she gripped my penis tightly, using her lips and tongue to fully savor every inch of this large penis that was about to be inserted into her cunt. Watching this dignified beauty beneath me passionately perform oral sex on me was a perfect visual treat.
But I didn't get to enjoy my wife's oral sex for long, because I realized she was already masturbating at the same time, and I figured she'd go crazy if she waited any longer. I had no choice but to abandon this beautiful sight early, pull out my penis, walk under her, spread her legs, and rub the head of my penis against the entrance of her cunt, saying to her, "Wife, the final massage is coming."
"Hurry...hurry up and insert it into me, I'm so tired!"
With my wife's ecstatic cry, I thrust my hips forward, deeply penetrating her already overflowing cunt.
"Oh...ah...ah..."
I gripped my wife's buttocks tightly, my penis churning wildly in her cunt, sometimes thrusting deeply and then rotating my body, sometimes attacking with eight shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. With each deep thrust, my wife let out an uncontrollable "ah," releasing her pent-up desire.
Because of her previous unsatisfied desire, my wife had now transformed into a lustful woman chasing after orgasm, constantly responding to my thrusts, wrapping her long, beautiful legs around my waist, begging me to penetrate deeper, even parting her labia majora to expose her inner vulva to encourage me to thrust into her with all my might, while letting out wanton moans.
As my wife approached her climax, I decided to play an even more exciting game: "Wife, do you want an unprecedented orgasm? I have a way to make you even more excited, which is to let all your neighbors hear your lewd moans!" Then, I picked her up, turned off the lights in the house, and then carried her to the edge of the balcony, pressing her down and thrusting into her forcefully, all the way to her core.
The balcony was far from the building opposite, with obstructions on both sides, and with the lights off, it was impossible for them to see us. As my wife approached her climax, she was too weak to resist my actions, unable even to suppress her moans. Under my relentless assault, she could only scream uncontrollably, wanting all the neighbors to guess where those beautiful sounds were coming from.
"Ah...ah...oh...ah...ah..."
Soon after, I sensed my wife was about to climax. I thrust with all my might, each stroke hitting her very core. With her hips arching uncontrollably and her cries echoing wildly, she finally experienced the intense climax that had been suppressed for so long.
My wife's climax lasted for about half a minute. I continued thrusting until her climax subsided before slowing down, and even then, I hadn't ejaculated.
I'm someone who enjoys excitement; ordinary piston-like movements to ejaculation don't give me the ultimate satisfaction. Now that my wife had achieved her ultimate climax, it was my turn.
After her climax, my wife lay limp on the floor, letting me do as I pleased. I picked her up again, carried her to the balcony, and thrust into her again with all my might. Although my wife was completely powerless, she still let out loud moans.
That's exactly what I wanted. I wanted others to hear this incredible, beautiful moaning, and then come out to see me on the balcony, spreading my beautiful married neighbor's legs, my engorged penis thrusting wildly into her cunt, my hands squeezing her deformed breasts to absorb the impact of my forceful pounding on her genitals, and this usually poised and elegant neighbor displaying an expression of unbelievable enjoyment and exaggerated, wanton moans.
My wife's hands were flailing wildly, her moans growing increasingly frenzied, her vagina tightening, while my ejaculation was becoming increasingly loose; I knew we were about to climax simultaneously. I unleashed my animalistic rage, exerting all my strength, and finally, in her second, long, howling climax, the pent-up pleasure in my brain exploded like a bomb, my semen releasing freely inside her cunt, reaching her uterus. After the extreme frenzy
, things slowly calmed down; my wife, after her second climax, had been fucked into a deep sleep.
I didn't disturb her sweet dreams. I quietly got up, dressed, and before leaving, I made sure to turn on the balcony light so the neighbors would see this usually dignified lady sleeping naked on the balcony, so they could inform her husband to come home. If they had binoculars or a high-angle camera, they could also see her cunt, from which my semen was flowing, and the beautiful, wanton mole beside her labia, something they would never normally see.

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