Massage Pleasure

I gathered the courage to ask, "What do you wear for the lingerie massage?" My heart pounded in my chest as I awaited Helena's response, my body already tingling with anticipation.

Helena smiled, her hands pausing briefly on my lower back. "It depends on the client's preference," she said, her voice low and sultry. "I have a collection of lingerie to suit different tastes. But I must admit, I have a favourite outfit that always seems to drive my clients wild."

She leaned down, her breath hot on my ear, and whispered, "I start with a pair of red six-inch 'fuck-me' heels, the kind that make my legs look endless. Then I add black stockings with a red suspender belt, framing my curves perfectly. The tiniest pair of open-crotch panties, barely covering anything, and a red lace peephole bra that can hardly contain my boobs."

My breath hitched at the vivid mental image, my body throbbing with arousal. I could almost see her, standing there in that provocative outfit, her confidence and sex appeal radiating like a palpable force. "That sounds... insanely hot," I murmured, my voice barely audible.

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