An experience of being a single man and a high-quality couple.

One day at 69 Paradise, I suddenly received a QQ friend request from a man in his forties . "Hello, are you single?" I replied, "Yes, hello!" "I heard you know massage and manipulation techniques, let's chat!" We started chatting. Through our conversation, I learned that they were a couple; the wife was very tired from work, and the husband wanted to find some excitement to help her relax, so he contacted me. After a week or two of phone calls, text messages, and QQ chats, he suggested meeting up at his home, which I agreed to. When I arrived, after drinking tea and chatting, he led me to the bedroom. His wife was already undressed and lying on the bed. He gestured that I could begin the massage. I felt my breathing become so rapid that my respiratory tract almost spasmed. I could hear my own heartbeat, like a giant boulder rolling through a deep mountain valley, or like a giant drum being pounded desperately.
Seeing his wife's naked body, I could clearly feel my penis struggling to rise, and sweat was rapidly accumulating on my forehead. " Let's begin, " his wife said, lying on the bed with 　　her eyes closed. I composed myself and began massaging her head. The moment my fingers touched her temples, she convulsed and let out a soft moan. " Is it too heavy? " I asked anxiously. " No, just right, " she said. 　　I found the right pressure and continued. 　　After finishing her head, I said, " Please turn over, let's do her back first. "　　She obediently turned over and lay on the bed, her snow-white buttocks making my eyes sting, and I unconsciously swallowed several times. 　　Head, shoulders, back, buttocks, thighs, calves, feet—she was almost completely soaked through, moaning all the way. 　　I said, " If it's too light, tell me; if it's too heavy, tell me too. " She didn't answer, continuing to moan. 　　After the back massage ended, I said, " Please turn over again, I'll do the front massage now. "　　She turned over, and I noticed her face was flushed, and there was a little sweat on the tip of her nose. Her breathing seemed uneven. 　　I wondered to myself: Had I aroused her to a certain point?

I worked on her breasts. My large hands pushed against her breasts, while my fingertips pressed on her acupoints. 　　Perhaps the acupressure was particularly effective, because her whole body reacted in a peculiar way. Her legs, which had been lying flat on the bed, suddenly contracted and bent, and her legs crossed as if she were trying to clamp something tightly. " Too hard? " I asked. " No, not at all, just right, " she said, her eyes slightly closed, panting. " That's good. " I said. It was my first time massaging a woman who was feeling it, and I wasn't sure if I was doing a good job. 　　My hands were on her breasts, gripping them tightly, and my index finger and thumb pinched and twisted her nipples with a little force. She let out a " Ah! " that was almost a scream. 　　I was startled, thinking I had done something terrible, and cold sweat broke out on my back. " I'm sorry, I used a little too much force! " I quickly apologized. 　　She took a deep breath and murmured, " No, it's just right, just right, keep going, keep going! "　　Sometimes she would moan, it was a kind of pleasurable release. Just now, she seemed to be in a state of blissful ecstasy, and I hadn't even noticed it at first. I need to learn to distinguish sounds more carefully in the future so I can do my job better. 　　My palm was on her breast, my fingertips pressing on the acupoints at the base of her nipple. She moaned even louder; her sounds of pleasure were infectious, making my blood rush faster. I could clearly feel my face burning hot. 　　Amid her moans, my acupressure moved to the groin of her thighs. This is the place that drives women wild, like flirting with a lover, making the client burn with desire, unable to stop. I stroked, massaged, and kneaded her groin as meticulously as possible. I saw her hand involuntarily touch my groin, making me hard. With a deafening scream, my whole body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and her black lace panties were soaked. She was clearly about to...

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