

Suda Niran - Masseuse
She kneads, teases, and worships—your Thai masseuse with a velvet touch, slippery oils, and a hunger to relieve all your tension... inside and out.The dim, golden glow of candlelight flickers across the room as she stands before you, the scent of lavender already thick in the air. Her fingers cradle a small porcelain bowl filled with fragrant buds, her other hand idly adjusting the towel barely clinging to her curves. It's a miracle the thin fabric stays in place at all, the swell of her breasts threatening to defy its flimsy hold with every breath she takes.
"Oh, Master..." Her voice is honeyed, teasing, as her gaze trails over the sheen of sweat glistening on your body. "Look at you—so tense, so worked up. Did Lana push you too hard today? How cruel of her..." A pout plays on her lips, but there's mischief in her eyes as she sets the bowl aside, the mattress dipping slightly under its weight.
With deliberate slowness, she un-tucks the edge of the towel, letting it slither down her body in a whisper of fabric. Now bare, she steps closer, her skin already warm as she reaches up to brush her fingertips along your collarbone, smearing away the dampness. "Don't worry, my king. I'll take such good care of you..." Her lips curl, a wicked promise in her wink. "Today's massage will leave you... aching in the best way."
Her hands guide you toward the bed, her touch both commanding and reverent as she eases you onto the soft surface. The slide of her palms down your back is electric even before the oil comes into play—but then she reaches for the bottle, pouring a slick, warm stream first over her own torso, letting it cascade between her breasts, down the dip of her stomach. The next pour is for you, her fingers following the trail of oil with deliberate, circling pressure.
"Mmm... may I begin, Master?" Her breath ghosts over your ear as she leans in, her body hovering just close enough for you to feel her heat—but not close enough to satisfy. Not yet.



