Cynthia could feel him running his eyes over her ample curves, and it was already making her feel all squishy inside, her juices flowing under the hunky black man’s ardent gaze.
“I’m going to start down here,” Devon said as he started rubbing Cynthia’s feet. “Just close your eyes and relax. Devon will take good care of you.”
Cynthia shut her eyes as a smile turned up the corners of her mouth. Yes, she definitely hoped Devon would take care of her, and give her just what she’d come here for; a big black cock deep in her creaming pussy, hopefully the first of many this week. She wriggled deeper into the massage table as his hands made their way up her shapely legs, his long oily fingers pressing firmly into her soft skin. Jesus, he really knows what he’s doing, Cynthia thought to herself as his warm hands made their way past her dimpled knees to her thighs.
“You feel a little tense. This massage will help,” she heard Devon say as his hands slid back and forth, gradually getting higher until they were almost touching the bottom of the sheet that ended just a few inches below her dripping cunt. She could feel herself creaming like crazy already.
“I just need to set this aside now,” Devon said in that deep masculine voice of his, the tone making her pussy drip even more. He carefully drew the sheet away from her body and set it aside as the cool air inside the tent whispered over her naked body, making her skin tingle.
“Ah, I see that must be a little cool for you,” Devon said as Cynthia glanced down to see her rubbery nipples stiffening up. “This should make you feel a little warmer.” With that, Devon filled his hands with more of the warm oil, moved around until he was standing at the top of the table, and started rubbing the slippery oil into her shoulders. He quickly slid his big hands down and around the outsides of her huge tits, cupping them in his palms as her rubbed the warm oil into her soft skin.
“Mmm,” Cynthia couldn’t help but moan as she closed her eyes and surrendered to the luxurious pleasure of this beautiful black man caressing her sensitive breasts. She purred again as he slid his warm slippery fingers over the tops of her breasts, making them glisten erotically with the oily covering. Her nipples slid between his fingers and he teased them deliciously, rubbing both of the stiff buds between his thumbs and forefingers at the same time, the slipperiness of the oil making it feel deliciously erotic to her.
“Mmm,” Cynthia groaned again as Devon started to more firmly caress her huge breasts with his slick hands, as if he sensed somehow that she wanted it done harder. Cynthia figured he’d probably done this to so many women that he knew exactly what she wanted. She didn’t care about those other women at all, as long as he was treating her like this, right here and now. She loved the way he was touching her.
“Miss Cynthia, you have spectacular breasts,” Devon said. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen ones so big and beautiful.”
Cynthia could hear the sincerity in his voice as he continued to squeeze and rub her tits with his oily hands. “Thank you, Devon. My nipples are quite sensitive and what you’re doing feels wonderful,” she replied as she felt herself getting revved up. “Do you think you could just keep doing that for another minute or so, please?”
“Whatever you say, Miss.” Cynthia could see that Devon had seen how she’d started squirming and gasping once he’d started to massage her breasts, and once he’d gotten his hands on those enormous mounds, there was no way she wanted him to stop. She watched him run his hands over her enormous breasts as if testing the size, shape, and weight, as if comparing hers to others. She purred as he spent a lot of time on her nipples, the big rubbery buds that now shone like ripe berries under the glistening oil. She saw Devon smile as he ran his teasing fingers over them, the stiff bullets almost burning with need against the palms of his hands, and that smile of his told her he was impressed.
“Oh yeah… that’s it… just a little more,” Cynthia cooed as Devon mauled her breasts, his hands working their magic, his slippery fingertips now pinching and pulling at her big nipples teasingly. She closed her eyes as that tell-tale feeling began deep inside her. “YESSSSSSSSS…” She hissed loudly as a mini-orgasm started deep inside her dripping twat and blossomed luxuriously throughout her lush mature body. She knew she was writhing and squirming on the massage table, but she didn’t care, Devon’s hands felt too good and she never wanted the feeling to stop. He kept working her stiff nipples as she rode out her little climax, and when he felt the intensity of the feelings start to dwindle inside her, he released them, softly massaging the warm mounds of flesh as he ran his hands slowly over the gargantuan spheres.
As she lay there recovering, her breath coming in soft gasps, Devon moved back to his table and filled his hands with the warm oil once more before standing at the side of the table this time. “I hope you enjoyed that. Now, why don’t you just turn over and let me do some work on your back for a while.”
Blissfully content, yet still wanting more, Cynthia complied with his wishes, rolling onto her stomach, her big curvy backside turned up for his attention.
His hands quickly came back to her prone body, starting on her feet and working his way slowly up her legs, the warm oil feeling luxurious on her skin. She felt her pleasure level start to rise again as he made his way further north, his warm slippery hands now working on her full thighs. He reached for more oil, the slippery liquid feeling like warm silk on the velvety soft skin of her inner thighs as she instinctively parted her legs, giving him easier access. He continued further, smoothing and rubbing his hands sensuously over her thick thighs as he got closer and closer to her drooling snatch. He paused for a second as he refilled his hands with the warm oil. This time, his hands moved further up over the ample swells of her beach-ball-like bum, his fingers pressing and stroking teasingly over her ultra-soft skin.
“Mmm…” Cynthia couldn’t help but purr as Devon’s slick hands moved back and forth over her supple bum. She knew she was leaking like crazy and wondered if it was already starting to pool on the massage table beneath her.
“I can feel a bit of tension on the insides of your thighs, way up here,” Devon said in that lulling hypnotic voice of his as he spread her legs further apart and started rubbing high on the insides of her thighs once more.
“Ohhnn,” Cynthia groaned as his slippery fingers worked diligently on that velvety-soft skin just beneath her drooling pussy-lips. He worked on this area with both hands for a couple of minutes, driving her crazy with desire as his fingertips now brushed teasingly against her slick labia. She could even smell herself now, the warm scent of her womanly nectar combining with the erotic fragrance of the massage oil to fire her senses even more.
“Yes, I think the centre of this tension I’m feeling seems like it might be in this area,” Devon said melodically as he rubbed one long finger over the slick lips of her pouting mound. He continued, “I think it’s best if I probe a little deeper to see if I can find the source of that tension.”
Cynthia almost came on the spot as he started to rub his broad fingertips over her glistening pussy-lips. He toyed with her that way for a minute or two, causing her temperature to rise even more, and her juices to leak like a faucet.
“Yes, I think the problem might be right in here,” Devon said as he started to slide his middle finger into her.