massage with a happy ending Imagine this… you drift off on the massage table while I warm up my oils. My hands start slowly on your back, sliding down so gently, almost innocently… but I can’t resist going lower, exploring where I shouldn’t. Your breathing grows heavier, and I take advantage of every second… my touch is no longer innocent, my fingers teasing in places you’d never expect. And even though you’re not awake, your body betrays you… responding to every caress, every stroke that gets deeper, bolder… until it’s no longer just a massage. I don't know why I ended up using the liquid bottle on my butt