Excellent massage and happy ending with prostate massage
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As I was on my way back from a day of Christmas shopping brandishing £60 in my pocket - and as I live in Goole - I thought that I would ring Hot Tui Naa for an hour of massage. Over the past year I have been many times and seen different ladies at this premises - some good experiences and some bad. But this experience with a lady I've grown to know, was going to take a very different turn.
Upon entering the premises, the lady greeted me - I cannot remember her name whatsoever. She took me into the room and I gave her the usual £60 for an hour of massage with a happy ending. The massage was brilliant - as always from this lady. She made a few different stretches on my arms and legs, which was a really nice surprise. As the session went on, she started massaging my thighs and she made a few swipes of the cock and ball area and certainly got my attention.
Now this is when things started getting very fun for me. She made the usual feathery and light touches towards the end and then she made a grab for my cock, which made me put my hips up in the air and with my cheeks spread open. She applied a generous amount of oil to my cock and balls, but she also started swiping my arse with her fingers. Now I've been many times to this place and seen this woman four times before and this has never happened.
Next, she said: "You like finger in bum, naughty boy?". I said: "Oh, definitely - go ahead". She applied a latex glove and lubed up my arse and her fingers. It was the best prostate massage I'd experienced for a very long time. It only took a few minutes of work and then I'd made a huge mess.
We had the usual clean up experience and then a head/facial massage. We had a hug and a kiss before I left onto the dark streets of Goole.
Anonymous
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