The Russian College Hunk part 3
"You know, I am good in massage. Do you want to try it?", i asked.
He happily agreed. I asked him to lie down his chest as my hands started to slide around his body in different strokes of swedish massage.
Sadly, I discovered another set of lesions beside his balls too. But on with the massage. i decided to give him some of the best strokes my hands can perform. (I did study massage a few years back from Nurture Spa).
Everytime my hands caressed his inner thighs, i could see his humongous manhood browing between them. I asked him to lie on his back. And his huge, red Russian soldier was ready to attack. I was in my bikinis and he started grabbing my crotch as well. He guided my face towards his manhood. I was really tempted to proceed and play with fire.
But i decided to tell him the biggest lie of them all. "Sorry man, I don't suck." I could hear the thunder and the angry Boracay waves in protest.
Instead, I reached for the oil and started to give him my special "LEX-tra service" - special convoluted srokes that drove my Russian visitor to heights of pleasure. He came all over my bed. And I could see the look of satisfaction on his beautiful face that says this was another happy memory of the Philippines.