Chapter 203: Mother and Daughter Massage 2
Chapter 203: Mother and Daughter Massage 2
"I bet she’s wet," he suddenly said with a sneer, and Rachael blushed into the sheets, feeling her index finger churn at his words.
Meanwhile, with a sign from his hand, Aaliyah handed Miles the bottle of oil she had been holding. Taking it from her, Miles slowly walked from the right corner of the bed, pouring a clean, thin stream of oil on Carolina’s back shoulder as he trailed it down to her ass, then down to her legs.
"Hmmmmmmm."
Carolina hummed, enjoying the tickling sensation of the oil dropping on her skin and sliding between her cheeks.
To the side, hearing her mother exhale a light sigh of satisfaction, Rachael swallowed and involuntarily gripped the sheets with a tense sense of anticipation. Her pussy was wet just from her mother’s breathing. Fortunately, she didn’t have to wait long to feel the same thing.
Grabbing a new bottle from his assistant, Miles let the thin stream of oil trail a zigzag pattern over Rachael’s back. After activating his masseur talent, a detailed outline of her body’s nerves, sore spots, and weak points appeared right before him like a map.
The room fell strangely quiet as he did his job. Feeling deeply stimulated by the oil pouring over her skin exactly where she needed it, the tickle and jolt of pleasure was too much. Rachael refused to admit it and bit her lips tight, but her heavy breathing still resounded clearly for everyone to hear.
To the side, Aaliyah watched in amazement at how fluidly Miles moved, like a master at work. As a masseuse in the salon, she instantly recognized the real deal and the fact that Miles was way better than her.
’Just who is he? I thought he was just a fancy youth gigolo Grace was using to push her business to big clients. Perhaps I thought too little of him?’ she thought.
Meanwhile, Miles had just poured the last drop of oil from the bottle and passed it back to Aaliyah.
Standing back, he took a full view of the oiled-up mother and daughter, comparing the quality of their asses as a funny thought occurred to his head.
’It’s the same feeling when you spread the sauce straight down the middle of a hot dog. I feel hungry just looking at them.’
Gritting his teeth to hold back his twitching cock, which was caged tightly in his boxers, he raised Rachael’s right leg, bent her knee, and suddenly pushed it backward.
Crack!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Her joint snapped and she jolted up on her hands, opening her mouth to let out a sharp, relieving gasp of bliss that filled the room.
Before she could realize what she had done, Miles released her leg forward and twisted her ankle with another distinct snapping sound.
Crack!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"
Rachael, who had just lowered her body in a dazed state, jolted up in shock again, small veins popping from her neck as she gasped out loud with an erotic ring to it.
Her eyes were still dazed, trying to comprehend the innate feeling stirred from the depths of her soul, when Miles let go of her right leg and switched to the left. He performed the same act, relieving years of tension in her ankles from swimming so much.
’I’ve never felt this good in my life.’
In her daze, Rachael’s mind formed a thought she didn’t expect, acknowledging Miles as the feeling of emptiness around her legs elevated her state of mind.
Aaliyah watched with amazement, entranced by Miles’ precise movements, as if he knew every inch of her body.
He moved from her legs, passing the side of the bed, and grabbed her hand.
"No, no, no—not my hand too—Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"
Crack!
Her erotic gasp resounded. First came the pain of the snap, and then ultimate bliss that wasn’t even sexual in nature.
Rachael blinked rapidly, trying to fight against the comfort that made her sleepy from the pure bliss. But by then, Miles had already grabbed her other hand and yanked it like he wanted to pull it right out of its socket.
Crack!
"—noooo!"
Rachael’s protest died before she could even scream it out loud. Her voice was knocked out cold, overridden by the bliss.
"Don’t worry, she’ll be up in a minute. Her brain is kinda overloaded from her squirming nerves, so it’ll just factory reset."
Miles gave a simple, casual explanation to the shocked assistant and moved toward Carolina, his current favorite.
Spank!
"Hmmmmmmmm."
He slapped her ass, grabbing and shaking it a few times before letting go.
Reaching for her leg, he raised it up and slowly pressed it backward, contrary to the sharp snap he had given Rachael.
"Hmmmmmmm."
Carolina inhaled deeply as the soreness in her knees disappeared.
Miles held on for five seconds before bringing her leg forward and began to massage the sole of her foot, kneading his thumbs against it.
"Hmmmmmm ahhhhhhhhh!"
Carolina let out a curling moan filled with ecstasy and satisfaction, her body relaxing completely as if it had met its perfect match.
Shifting, Miles kneaded her toes, making them let out subtle cracks.
"Hmmmmmm."
Carolina moaned deeply, biting into the pillow she lay on.
Moving to her other leg, Miles proceeded to do the same, causing the room to be filled with another round of moans and ecstatic grunts of relief.
Meanwhile, as a living being and not a mannequin, Aaliyah’s breathing steadily grew heavy and fast. Right now, it would be a lie to say she wasn’t horny or that her panties weren’t starting to get wet just from listening to the ladies moan.
What was more, she had a great curiosity toward Miles’ skill.
’What is he doing to make them all scream like this... is it just raw skill?’
Looking forward to how it would all proceed, she watched silently, holding out another bottle of aromatic oil for Miles to pour on their bodies.
"Ahhh!"
Just when he finished massaging Carolina’s hand, Rachael gasped and woke up.
"Look who’s awake. Hehehe, luckily you’re just in time for the next step."