ANGELA & ANGELO
🔥 🛏️ 🥵



Angelo:
It’s a cool summer day in the streets are busy people going everywhere. The smell of cologne wafting through her nose, Angela begins to get aroused as she goes to work.
She’s a massage therapist, with a little on the side. Helps relax her clients whenever they’re tense, but for me Lucky, she had something else in store. For I was her favorite customer, and I always tipped her well.

When she arrived, I was already there. Angela was wearing a tight fitting nursing outfit, her breasts spilling out halfway already just above her areolas. But I could see she wasn’t wearing bra. Her nipples, erect and rosey, stood out proudly. Pointy and hard, I could tell already she was ready to fuck. But I wanted the massage first.
So we headed back to the room first and Angela said “Okay Lucky, hop up on the table and take your shirt off!”
Quickly I revealed my tight abs and muscular arms, laying down on my back. The bulge coming from my pants was painfully obvious when I gazed up.

Angela:
Mr. Lucky entered the dimly lit massage parlour, feeling a bit adventurous as it’s past closing time. As he waited for me, he couldn’t help, but admire my beauty as I approached. I locked the door behind us and turned off the lights, creating an intimate atmosphere. Mr. Lucky could feel the tension building between us.

I seductively undressed Mr. Lucky, taking my time to admire his muscular body. He couldn’t do anything, but returned the favour by caressing my supple curves. I then began jerking his cock and sucking on his nipples, sending shivers down his spine. Mr. Lucky was already losing himself at the moment, and his desire for me became stronger and stronger.

He eagerly removed my blouse and sucked on my shapely breasts, driving me wild with pleasure. But when he tries to remove my pants, I hesitated. Mr. Lucky became more and more desperate, unable to control his desire for me. He carried me to bed, determined to have me.

Ignoring my protests, he forcefully removed my pants, but I crossed my legs to protect myself. But Mr. Lucky was determined and used his fingers to tease my wet vagina, causing me to moan in pleasure. Despite my resistance, my body betrayed me and I became more and more aroused.

Swiftly, Mr. Lucky positioned himself between my legs and slowly entered me, causing me to cry out in both pleasure and protest. But as he continued to thrust harder and faster, I couldn’t help, but give in to the overwhelming sensation. Soon, all objections and resistance vanished and we both succumbed to the pleasures of our forbidden encounter.

Angelo:
The Mr. Lucky rolled over on his back, fully nude on the massage table, cock in the air, fully extended. It stood up like the Empire State Building, proud thick, and long. The tip opened up and begged for the tongue and attention of Angela, and she gave him exactly what he wanted. Lowering her breasts, she rubbed his cock in-between them caressing his manhood with her titties. He screamed out in ecstasy as she replaced her boobs with her small barrow lips. As she sipped and slurped on his cock he cried for mercy barely able to withstand the pleasure. Finally he cried out In ecstasy as his penis shot out a load of white cream that splattered all across her face and tits. Then he drilled her once more his dick, bringing her one last orgasm, before her husband came inside 💠 for his massage.

Angela:
Mr. Lucky nervously peeked out from behind the long curtains, trying to avoid being seen by my husband, Sam. My heart raced as I hurriedly gathered his clothes and threw them at him. I change my clothes. How could I have been so careless? I remembered locking the door myself, so it was impossible for Sam, my husband, to have come in without me knowing. But he claimed to have found the back door unlocked after parking his motorcycle. I couldn’t believe it.

With a deep breath, I turned back to face Mr. Lucky, who was struggling to get dressed discreetly. I plastered on a smile and walked towards Sam. “Honey, u should go home first and but I have a client here?” I asked, trying to appear nonchalant. I hoped my heart wasn’t beating as loud as I thought it was. He smiled back at me, not suspecting a thing. ‘Yes, I understand,’ he waved goodbye.

After we undressed, I led Mr. Lucky to the massage table, trying my best to act normal. As he lay down, I locked the door behind me. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, but I needed to make sure my husband didn’t find out about my side job at the massage parlour. I needed the extra money to support our family.

I poured some oil on my hands and started to give Mr. Lucky a simple massage, making small talk to distract him. But my mind kept wandering to the thought of Sam unexpectedly walking in and catching us in the act. I couldn’t let that happen.

My hands slowly made their ways to his abdomen and legs, but then I spotted his hard erection. I couldn’t resist. I rubbed near it a few times, trying to gauge his reaction. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his erection, indicating that he wanted more.

Without hesitation, I started to give him a blow job. His moans of pleasure filled the room as I used my tongue to make delicious movements. I could feel his tension building up, but suddenly he stopped me. He wanted to fuck me with his hard dick.

I gave him a naughty smile and stopped the blow job. In no time, I was on all fours on the massage table, ready for him to enter me from behind. He wasted no time, thrusting in and out as his hands gripped my hips. I let out a moan, trying to control myself as he pounded harder and harder.

We continued in this position for a while before he rolled me over onto my back and entered me missionary style. Our moans filled the room as he gently spread my legs apart and pounded my small, hairy pussy. It felt amazing.

But we weren’t done yet. We switched to a reverse cowgirl position, and as I rode him, he got a perfect view of my bouncing ass. I could feel his erection pulsing inside me, and I knew he was close to cumming. We increased our pace, and soon we were both reaching a powerful climax.

Panting and sweating, we lay on the massage table, catching our breath. Mr. Lucky gave me a tender kiss and thanked me for the enjoyable experience. I couldn’t help but smile, knowing our secret rendezvous would continue.

As I helped Mr. Lucky get dressed and he left the parlour, I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I was taking a risk by having an affair with one of my clients, but the thrill and the extra income were worth it. I just had to make sure my husband never found out.

Angelo:
Mr. Lucky couldn't help but ponder the moment he and Angela shared, the passion reaching its apex as both climaxed beyond anything they both imagined. And yet he knew that her marriage may always be a hindrance for anything permanent. But his resolve for her was absolute; and determined not to let this chance slip through his hands, he dialed her number. A man answered the phone.

"Yeah," the voice replied. "Who is this? What do you want?*

Mr Lucky was at a loss for words. He wanted to hang up, but then he'd make the husband suspicious and lose any chance at another dalliance. "Um, I'm the handy man."

"Handyman?"

"Yeah," Mr. Lucky just ran with it. "I'm here to replace your deck."

"My deck huh," the husband replied. "Don't remember asking for an estimate."

"Probably done through your wife sir," he said.

"Hmm," he replied. "Well whatever is between you and her, just keep it to yourselves. I'm heading to work myself."

And when Angela's husband went off to work, Mr. Lucky was all hands on deck; on Angela's firm figure. And the same fiery passion that was at the massage parlor was there too; only this time, it was the full Monty. With no interruption, their orgasmic explosion was so strong they both laid in puddles of sweat, cum, and a deeply satisfying embrace for the rest of the day.







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