I came for a back Massage, but I got a Prostate Massage

I walked in expecting a professional back massage, but what I got was a surprise for the ages. This stunning Russian teen, a cosplay goddess with a fetish flare, was ready to take control. She was dressed in her most provocative gear, and her blonde locks cascaded down her shoulders, framing her hungry eyes. I could feel the anticipation in the air as she led me to her couch, where she laid me down and began to massage my back, but her hands quickly wandered lower, her fingers tracing the curve of my ass.

I was intrigued, but she wasn't done yet. She reached for a strap-on, her domain as a femdom mistress taking over. I looked at her, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement, as she put it on, her eyes gleaming with a wicked desire. I knew I was in for a treat, one that would make this back massage unforgettable.

She positioned herself behind me, her hands gripping my hips, and I felt the head of the strap-on press against my entrance. I took a deep breath and let her slide in, inch by inch, feeling my body stretch around her. She started to move, her hips swaying with a rhythm that was both gentle and demanding. I could feel every inch of her, and I moaned, my body responding to her touch.

As she continued to fuck me, her hands roamed over my body, pinching and teasing my nipples. I was lost in a sea of pleasure, my body aching for more. She reached for her bag and pulled out a dildo, her eyes never leaving mine as she lubed it up and pressed it against my ass. I gasped as she inserted it, the dual sensation almost too much to bear.

She started to move the dildo in sync with her strap-on, the combination of pleasure and pain driving me wild. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing as she increased her pace. She leaned over me, her breath hot on my ear, and whispered, "Come for me, baby. Show me how much you love this."

And I did. I came hard, my body convulsing as I spilled my load onto the couch. She didn't stop, her body continuing to move as she chased her own orgasm, her moans filling the room. Finally, she came too, her body shuddering as she collapsed onto my back, her breath ragged.

As we lay there, catching our breath, I realized that this was no ordinary back massage. It was a journey into the depths of pleasure, a surreal experience that would stay with me forever. And as I looked at her, her blonde hair splayed out on the couch, I knew this was just the beginning of our exploration.