The Massage Palace - Episode 1


 

The Massage Palace - Episode 1

Rain slicked the neon city, a world of cold hunger. KENDRA stepped out of a black town car, a vision of tailored power. She was here to surrender.

She entered The Massage Palace, a sanctuary of sandalwood and shadow. SASHA, the sharp receptionist, waved her through.

"Go right in. He's waiting."

Kendra found MALIK in the dimly lit suite. He stood shirtless by the window, a sculpture of burnished bronze. He turned, his dark eyes stripping her bare.

"Kendra," he purred. "You’re late."

"A queen is never late."

"Undress," he commanded. "Leave your world outside."

She shed her dress and climbed onto the silk-draped table. She lay face down, closing her eyes. Then, his hands were on her.

His touch was a narrative written on her skin. He traced her spine, spread hot oil over her back, and worshipped the curve of her @ss with possessive squeezes. His fingers teased her thighs, leaving her breathless and wet.

"Turn over," he whispered.

She rolled over, exposed to the candlelight.

"Look at me."

Her eyes fluttered open. He looked at her with raw hunger.

Malik’s fingers hooked her panties aside, exposing her slick heat. He teased her cl!t with a slow, maddening circle, building a fire deep in her core.

"Let go," he demanded.

He slid two fingers inside her, curling to find that secret spot. The pleasure was overwhelming. She looked into his eyes and shattered, crying out as her body convulsed in ecstasy.

As she trembled, he leaned close.

"Tell me what you want."

"I want to f#ck," she growled. "Now."

He freed his hard d!ck and drove into her in one powerful stroke. He took her hard and deep, claiming her completely. The table shook as they moved together, raw and primal.

With a guttural roar, he buried himself deep and exploded inside her. They collapsed in a heap of sweat and satisfaction. Kendra traced his spine, knowing she was addicted to the pleasure only he could provide.

Teaser for Episode 2:

A shy new client arrives, testing Malik's skill. Kendra's obsession turns dangerous, and a rival plots in the shadows. Don't miss the next chapter of The Massage Palace.

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