Czech Woman Fingers Sexy Tourist During Massage

Melody pulled her hood lower over her face as she walked through the narrow, cobbled streets of Prague. The summer rain had made the streets shiny, and the cool air made her skin tingle.

She didn’t know exactly why she was so nervous. It was just a massage.

Her friends had given her the address.

“She’s amazing,” they had said. “But… she likes to play.”

Melody had only gulped.

Now she was standing in front of an old wooden door with a small brass sign: Privátní Masáže.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she rang the bell.

The door opened almost immediately.

And there she stood.

Tall, curvy, with long platinum blonde hair and emerald green eyes that scrutinized Melody with a slow, knowing gaze. Her black top was low-cut, her breasts pressed firmly against the fabric. Her tight-fitting leggings emphasized wide hips and strong thighs.

Melody swallowed.

“Ahoy, little one…”

The woman’s voice was deep, husky, with a soft Czech accent.

“You’re cute. Come in.”

Melody stepped inside.

The massage room was warm, smelling of vanilla and jasmine. Dimmable lights bathed everything in a soft glow. A wide lounger stood in the middle, next to it a small chest of drawers with oils.

The door closed behind her.

Melody turned around – and was slightly startled when the masseuse was suddenly so close that she could feel her breath.

“Take your clothes off.”

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Melody’s eyes widened.

“Um… all the way?”

The masseuse grinned.

“Of course, my sweet girl. I want it all over.”

Melody swallowed. But her body obeyed.

She slowly took off her sweater. Then the jeans. Her skin was hot, her knees soft.

Then she unfastened her bra. Her full breasts quivered slightly as she slipped it off. Finally, she took off her panties.

She stood naked in front of the masseuse, her arms crossed nervously in front of her chest.

“Tsss… don’t hide, little one.”

The masseuse stepped closer, running her fingers slowly over Melody’s arms.

“You have beautiful tits…”

Her thumbs stroked over Melody’s sensitive tips.

Melody sucked in a sharp breath.

“And your ass…”

A hand slid over Melody’s round buttocks, squeezing firmly.

“Perfect.”

Melody’s head became dizzy.

“Lie down, my angel.”

She did. Lying naked on her stomach, her body tingled with tension.

Then – a soft pop.

Something warm dripped onto her back.

Oil.

Then hands started to move.

Strong, experienced fingers kneaded deep into her muscles, releasing any tension.

“Mmm… so soft… so sweet…”

The hands slid over her sides, stroking her narrow waist.

Then –

A firm grip on her buttocks.

Melody gasped softly.

“Ohh… what a perfect ass…”

The masseuse kneaded it. She stroked it with her nails, slowly sliding her fingers deeper.

Then she poured more oil over it.

“Spread your legs, girl.”

Melody held her breath. But she did it.

The masseuse stroked her inner thighs with oily fingers.

“Mmm… so sensitive…”

Then – a hand moved between her legs.

Melody sucked in a sharp breath.

“Oh, you’re so cute when you shake.”

The fingers played with her, stroking slowly over the most sensitive spot.

“Turn around.”

Melody obeyed.

The masseuse licked her lips as she saw Melody’s full breasts.

“Ohhh… such big, firm tits…”

Her oily hands settled on them, kneading slowly. Her thumbs circled the sensitive tips.

“I want them in my mouth…”

Then she leaned forward.

Her lips enveloped a nipple, sucking firmly on it.

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Melody moaned.

“Mmm… you taste sweet…”

Her second hand wandered over Melody’s round buttocks, gripping them firmly.

Then – her fingers found Melody’s most sensitive spot again.

Melody squirmed under the touch.

“Ohh… please…”

The masseuse laughed deeply.

“Yes, girl, ask me for more.”

Then she sped up. Her fingers worked intensely as her lips continued to caress Melody’s breasts.

Melody’s body tensed.

“Yes… yes… I’m coming…!”

Then – a hard, jerking jolt.

Melody’s scream echoed through the room. Her body trembled under the masseuse.

One last, deep thrust.

Then the masseuse slowly lowered herself onto Melody, kissing her hungrily.

Melody gasped.

The masseuse stroked a sweaty strand of hair out of her face and grinned.

“That was just the beginning, dear.”

Melody knew that she would never be satisfied with just a normal massage again.