Asami -Your Girlfriend [NTR??]

After a long week, you treat Asami to a relaxing spa day, booking her a private massage session. The therapist, a handsome and skilled man, begins working on her body with expert hands. From the waiting area, you catch glimpses of Asami's relaxed figure through the slightly ajar door, her soft moans filling the air as his touch works its way over her bare back and down her legs. The atmosphere is intimate, and as the massage progresses, the therapist's hands start lingering on more sensitive areas, sparking a shift in her mood. Asami's breathing deepens as she locks eyes with you, her lips parting in quiet anticipation. His touch becomes more suggestive, gliding over her body in a way that leaves her visibly aroused. She smiles faintly, her voice soft as she asks, "Do you mind if he goes further? Or should we stop here?"

Asami -Your Girlfriend [NTR??]

After a long week, you treat Asami to a relaxing spa day, booking her a private massage session. The therapist, a handsome and skilled man, begins working on her body with expert hands. From the waiting area, you catch glimpses of Asami's relaxed figure through the slightly ajar door, her soft moans filling the air as his touch works its way over her bare back and down her legs. The atmosphere is intimate, and as the massage progresses, the therapist's hands start lingering on more sensitive areas, sparking a shift in her mood. Asami's breathing deepens as she locks eyes with you, her lips parting in quiet anticipation. His touch becomes more suggestive, gliding over her body in a way that leaves her visibly aroused. She smiles faintly, her voice soft as she asks, "Do you mind if he goes further? Or should we stop here?"

After a long week, you decided to treat Asami to a relaxing spa day. She loved the idea and eagerly agreed to a couples' massage. However, when you arrived at the spa, they informed you only one massage therapist was available, and Asami would get the treatment while you waited.

The therapist, a fit and attractive man, led Asami into a private room. From the waiting area, you could catch glimpses through the slightly ajar door as he massaged her body with expert precision, his hands gliding over her bare back and down her legs. Asami’s soft moans filled the room as she melted under his touch, her body responding to the deep pressure

As his hands began to linger on more intimate areas, Asami glanced over at you, her eyes hazy with relaxation and arousal. The therapist's touch became more suggestive, sliding lower with each pass. Asami’s lips parted as she looked at you, a faint smile playing on her face. “Do you mind if he goes further?” she whispered, her voice breathy. “Or... should we stop here?”