Indulging in debauchery in a private spa leads to decadence (13)

When I heard the men talking outside, I was so engrossed in rubbing my body, my mind filled with lust, that I didn't pay much attention. I only knew that the boy's helpers had arrived.

When the boy beckoned me to come out, I lazily sat up, grabbed a large, unused bath towel from the side, and quickly dried my wet hair.

I initially intended to wrap it around myself, but then I thought, there are only two staff members outside, and they're just there to satisfy me—they're practically human massage sticks, so why bother hiding anything? I took a couple of deep breaths to calm my anxiety and tension, wrapped my hair in the towel, and stood up to leave. The

beige bath towel was soft and large. I used it to wrap my hair, with a section hanging down over my shoulder. I

gently patted my face and neck with the hanging towel to dry my skin, then confidently pushed open the door to the sauna.

The moment I stepped out of the wooden door, my bare feet on the bathroom tiles sent a refreshing coolness through me.

But when I saw what was inside, I froze at the entrance to the sauna. I gripped the doorframe, my mind completely blank.

Two people stood opposite me. One was a young man with a towel wrapped around his waist; the other wasn't a waiter at all, but a middle-aged man wearing a mask.

The man was quite short, probably only a little over 1.6 meters tall.

Standing barefoot, I had to lower my gaze to see his face. He wore a half-face mask—either a fox or a cat—covering the upper half of his face. He had a neatly trimmed sideburn, but his upper lip, which seemed to be smiling, was clean-shaven, giving him an artistic air.

His black beard was streaked with silver, giving it an overall iron-gray color, making him look quite old. He wore a dark blue crew-neck cashmere sweater and loose-fitting, tapered blue-gray casual trousers, with matching blue-gray canvas shoes. The style was simple and clean, and the fabric clearly wasn't cheap. He stood there with his hands in his pockets, looking relaxed and casual, but his back was straight, exuding confidence.

At that moment, looking at him, I felt his gaze piercing through the holes in his mask, brazenly roaming over my naked body. His aggressive and lustful gaze first fell on my chest, then traveled down to my feet, then back up to my thighs and hips, lingering there for a long time.

A wave of shame and anger washed over me, along with a growing sense of regret.

I had never experienced anything like this before. I wanted to reach out and cover myself, but then I felt that would betray my confident and unashamed demeanor.

Hesitating, I didn't raise my hand. What made me even more ashamed and indignant was that, under his gaze, my previously softened erections hardened again, pointing directly at him. My lower abdomen, which was already burning with the drug, felt even hotter. And worse still, I felt a warm current slowly trickling out of my body.

My mind was screaming, "Oh no, oh no, I'm doomed!" I'd gotten wet at this crucial moment, and there was even a runny dandruff.

But he probably didn't see it, because he looked up and stared intently at my face.

The man looked at me, unblinking, and said with a smile, "Wow, you're a real beauty, girl. You look quite like that big star who played Tie Lihua. At first glance, you might think you're her."

He spoke perfectly standard Mandarin. Although there was no Beijing accent, the intonation clearly indicated he was from Beijing.

I ignored him and turned to the boy, asking, "Who is he?"

The boy grinned and said, "Sister, this is Brother X. Didn't we agree to be together?"

I asked, "Is he also from your shop?"

Brother X, still looking at me with that lustful gaze, interjected, "Half of him, I guess."

I ignored him and continued staring at the boy.

The boy looked a little embarrassed: "Oh, sister, it's all my fault. I didn't make it clear beforehand."

He glanced at Brother X before continuing, "Brother X often hangs out in our shop, he's really familiar with us... Sister, you don't know, Brother X is such a player, even more experienced than me, a seasoned professional." So, I wasn't thinking, we're all just out having fun, right...?

Brother X nonchalantly replied, "Hey, when you're out having fun, it's all about having a good time, why be so serious?"

I stared at the boy and said, "So he's a customer?"

I really wanted to just walk past them. But for some reason, I felt weak, and I couldn't take a single step.

Perhaps it was because I hadn't reached orgasm during masturbation, but suddenly, I had an intense urge to do it, an uncontrollable urge.

My lower abdomen felt hot, and my nipples were hard and painful. My skin became incredibly sensitive, as if I could even sense the air movement in the bathroom. My lower body started secreting fluid continuously, warm and seeping into my genitals. I tensed the muscles between my thighs, trying to lock the surging desire inside, but to no avail. Warm, sticky fluid flowed down my inner thighs uncontrollably.

So, the words of refusal that reached my lips twisted in different directions: "He's a customer, so he's wearing a mask, trying to hide himself." "I'm a customer too, why don't I have a mask? What do you mean by this?"

The boy quickly apologized, "Oh, I didn't think of that, I'm sorry, ma'am. But this mask isn't from our shop, it belongs to Brother X. He wore a mask so you wouldn't feel uncomfortable face-to-face." Wearing a mask is actually quite uncomfortable on the face, hot and stuffy.

In that instant, the rising anger was extinguished by the surge of lust.

I gritted my teeth and said, "Then turn off your phones and put them aside. No taking pictures or videos."

When I saw this man wearing a mask, my first thought was whether they were planning to record a video.

Brother X was still staring intently at me, laughing as he said, "No way, we won't do such a despicable thing. We're just here to have some fun. Meeting here is fate. We'll 'share our joys and sorrows' later, and once we're out this door, you won't recognize me, and I won't recognize you. We'll 'forget each other in the vast world.' Girl, isn't that right?"

The boy chuckled and chimed in, "Brother X is really cultured."

I hesitated, not speaking.

But I knew this was my last act of restraint and struggle.

Desire swelled beneath every inch of my skin, causing my engorged nipples and clitoris to throb with a slight pain. My vaginal fluids flowed discreetly yet freely down my inner thighs to near my knees, the warm flow sending waves of itchiness through my skin, an itch that went from my inner thighs all the way to my heart. But because I was soaked with semen and sweat, nothing was visible.

Perhaps the men noticed, but just didn't say anything.

Just then, I shuddered.

While I was lost in thought, the boy, wearing only a towel around his waist, had already moved close to me and gently took my hand.

He leaned in and pleaded softly, "Sister, come on."

Feeling his body brimming with masculine hormones and the hot breath on my ear, I felt a momentary daze. Just then, the boy's other hand supported my waist. His burning palm pressed against my lower back, instantly sending a shiver down my spine. My legs felt like they were filled with vinegar, both sore and weak, and I almost collapsed into his arms. With

a slight effort

, the boy lifted me up by the back of my legs in a dizzying motion. I didn't even have the strength to lift my head or hold onto his neck; I was simply lifted up by him in a gentle, horizontal lift.

There was no point in resisting any longer.

I lay naked in the boy's arms, my feelings incredibly complicated. I simply closed my eyes, relaxed my body against him, letting my head, face, and arms hang naturally, avoiding looking at Brother X beside me, and also avoiding looking at the boy's face.

I heard the boy cheerfully and proudly say from above: "Done. Brother X, you go ahead and wash, where are we going?"

Just then, I felt a warm, large hand place on my wet, big buttocks, casually rubbing it a couple of times, then giving it a light but firm slap—a crisp "smack." It didn't hurt, but it made my body shudder, and then I felt the blood rush to my face and neck.

I heard Brother X's voice very close: "Wow, this creamy white butt, wow, really awesome."

He didn't call a butt a butt, he called it a "butt wow.

" The boy laughed and said: "If you slap it a couple more times, my juices will start flowing."

Brother X didn't speak. I closed my eyes and felt his large hand touch my anus plug, then slide upwards over my perineum. His fingers traced my private parts, gently stretching the flesh and separating it.

My labia, originally stuck together by thick, sticky fluid, were being gently torn apart by this manipulation, giving me a slight pulling force and a cool sensation as the opening was exposed to the air again. "

You're blind, kid. I've been leaking fluid the whole time, it's sticking to my thighs from my labia,"

Brother X said. "It's slippery, like ointment. Look, it's still flowing down, it's even going into the anus plug."

My pretense was completely exposed. I felt ashamed and embarrassed, yet also a strange excitement and anticipation.

At that moment, I had no strength left. I closed my eyes tightly but couldn't help but let out a low moan. Even I couldn't understand whether I was protesting or hinting and encouraging.

The large hand that had been gently caressing my private parts withdrew.

Then I heard the sound of fingers being sucked.

Brother X said, "Let's skip the bedroom this time and do it in the living room, it's more spacious."

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