Cara - cock doctor, left wriggling in my own cum
Ping Tiffany on Saturday afternoon: ‘Have I seen Cara?’
No.
‘Any good?’
Yes.
Right then. Let’s roll the dice.
I walk into the room and see a pillow on the massage table. Strange, I think. Aren’t I meant to be face down? Apparently not. The session begins in a way that suggests we are operating somewhere between wellness treatment, performance art, and a very committed misunderstanding of the word ‘massage.’
I lie on the table with cock out. Cara starts touching my stomach and cock. I’m not sure if it’s science or erotica, but I will go for it. My cock hardens, and she starts to explore it. “Nice cock”, she says.
My hand is on her middle-aged ass as she strokes me. It’s nice. It’s not a massage by any means, but I feel like it’s value-for-money cock worship.
Breathe in, breathe out. Do all that tantric dragon tendon stuff that I’m not sure I buy into. But she’s enthusiastic, so I give it my all.
Now, turn over. Her gear comes off, and she gives me a bodyslide. I’m in heaven. True bliss. Her body is tight, and her nips and arse are gorgeous.
Would you like a prostate? OK. She sticks a dildo up my butt. I pop into doggy position on all fours. With a vibrator up my butt, she reaches around to grab my cock and balls. She starts jerking, and I'm at the point of no return. I'm thrashing away in doggie on the massage table as she strokes my shaft, causing me to thrust out a huge load.
Very satisfying. Some more cuddles and more massage (hard and real this time), then I’m out.
My only criticism is that I blew a giant load on the table, so when I had the last massage, I was wriggling in my own cum.
Good value for money and nice personality. Would repeat.
