Touching Her: The Lesbian Masseuse

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It’s your particular sexual desire, and you should feel free to explore it in whichever environment you deem fit. Of course if on the rare occasion you begin a lesbian massage session that you are not completely comfortable to carry on with, it's at your discretion to stop at any point. Sofija knows the rhythm I need, she knows not to vary it, to keep licking and fingering until I’m there. Many ladies who have female tantric massages are not lesbians, or may not even consider themselves bisexual at all.

With Ariel X and Jill Kassidy frontlining, this Sweetheart Video release emphasizes new talent in the massage salon in mildly diverting girl/girl Oiler action. My breathing is so fast I’m almost hyperventilating; my clit feels like its swollen and pulsing with each beat of my heart.I buck against Sofija’s face, I cry out, I spasm, but she keeps licking and pleasuring me, she moans louder with me.

She sends ripples of pleasure through me, she moves her mouth and her other hand back and forth between my breasts, she gets me panting and squirming before she parts my lips and touches me between. Her lips form around my clit, her tongue keeps flashing across it, but she sucks on me too, it makes me come even harder. In the 8 years I have been actively involved in tantric therapy in the UK and across Europe, I have seldom heard of a lady leaving a massage because she was not enjoying the experience.Finding myself with another woman massaging my bosom is a first for me, and giggles rose childishly in my throat as I thought of my friend Sara in the next room who was undoubtably having the same experience. Screenplay is by Sweetheart founder Nica Noelle, with the cast directed by Eric Boisvert aka Ricky Greenwood. I moan softly as she moves up my legs, as she dissolves all the tension in my calves, my thighs, as her hands move higher. com, the Sell on Etsy app, and the Etsy app, as well as the electricity that powers Etsy’s global offices and employees working remotely from home in the US.

As Lily, a ruddy-faced, blonde, university student, ventured deeper into the dense thicket of frosted firs, the crisp scent of pine needles filled her senses and melted away the monotony that clung to her soul like a damp blanket. Sofija asks me to undress and get onto the table in perfect English but in her soft, Latvian accent. She keeps licking me, she keeps tickling my g-spot, pleasuring me with her other hand and my climax is so close. She moves to the side of the table and cleans her hands and face with a small towel, she does it with the same professional grace as before, but I can see she’s turned on now.

She holds my other breast with a hand, she strokes her thumb over my nipple as her second hand slides down my stomach. But how can it not be sexual, when someone touches you so intimately, when they do it with skill and care, and when they make it feel so incredibly good?