NTR Massage Parlour: A Wellness Technique Guide

Mia's breath caught when his mouth finally descended lower, bypassing the teasing kisses on her thighs. His lips pressed firmly against her heat, tongue parting her folds in a slow, deliberate stroke.

"hahh…. Wait~!"

She cried out, her back arching against the restraints, the cuffs rattling against the frame as if her body couldn't handle the surge.

'He's really… he's really licking me…' Her mind spiraled, every ounce of shame drowned out by the molten wave of pleasure coursing through her. 'It's too much… it feels too good… I can't…'

Yohan groaned against her, savoring the taste as his tongue flicked against her clit, circling it with expert precision.

He drew another desperate moan from her, his hands gripping her thighs to hold her open.

She tried to twist, to close her legs from the intensity, but bound and pinned as she was, she had no escape. The helplessness only made her pulse harder, her body thrumming with lust.

'What is wrong with me? I'm losing my mind… but I don't want him to stop… I want more, more—'

Yohan sucked her clit into his mouth, tugging gently before releasing it with a wet sound. "So responsive," he murmured, his lips brushing her slickness as he spoke. "You're already dripping for me."

"Hmmgh…"

Her answer was a strangled moan, her hips jerking up to meet his mouth, her body betraying the desperate hunger she didn't dare voice.

Yohan settled himself lower, his tongue moving in steady, deliberate strokes. He circled her clit slowly, then dragged down through her folds, lapping up her wetness as if he couldn't get enough.

Mia writhed beneath him, her blindfolded world reduced to nothing but sensation — the hot drag of his tongue, the wet sounds filling the air, the helpless tug of her wrists against the cuffs.

'Oh God, oh God… it's too much… I can't see anything, I can only feel him… every flick, every lick is like fire shooting through me…'

He hummed against her clit, the vibration sending shockwaves through her. Her cry broke into a breathless moan, her thighs trembling as her hips bucked against his mouth.

Yohan held her steady, firm hands pinning her thighs apart as he devoured her with slow, torturous control. He alternated between gentle flicks of his tongue and deep, long licks that made her shudder from head to toe.

"You taste incredible," he murmured against her, before sealing his lips around her clit again and sucking hard enough to draw another cry.

"Ahhnngh…!"

Her entire body was aflame, sweat beading at her temple under the blindfold. 'I'm going to lose it… I'm already so close… how can it be this intense just from his tongue? Am I really this… this perverted…?'

The thought only made her wetter, her moans spilling out unrestrained as Yohan quickened his rhythm, mouth working her clit with relentless precision.

Yohan's tongue quickened, his lips locking around her clit with hungry precision. Each pull, each flick sent shockwaves racing through her, tightening every nerve in her body until she thought she might burst.

Mia thrashed against the cuffs, wrists straining, her cries tumbling out shamelessly. "Ahh… I can't… it's too much… I'm going to—"

He growled low in his throat, the vibration hitting her clit like an electric spark, and that was all it took. The pressure inside her snapped, exploding into a rush so intense her vision behind the blindfold went white.

Her body convulsed, legs trembling violently as the orgasm tore through her, wave after wave crashing without mercy.

"Yohan~~"

She screamed his name, broken and breathless, her hips jerking helplessly against his mouth as he continued to lick, to suck, drawing out every last shudder.

'Oh God… I'm coming… so hard… it feels endless…'

He only slowed when she collapsed back against the sheets, limp and trembling, her chest heaving with desperate breaths. Even then, he gave one final, tender kiss against her swollen clit before pulling back, his mouth glistening with her arousal.

"You're beautiful when you lose control," Yohan murmured, his voice rich with satisfaction.

Mia lay there, panting, her body still humming, her mind reeling. 'What is wrong with me? I've never… felt anything like this… and I want him to do it again.'

Mia lay sprawled on the bed, wrists aching faintly from tugging against the cuffs, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. The blindfold trapped her in the afterglow, her world still pulsing with the echoes of her climax.

Yohan pulled back just far enough to let her breathe, his hand brushing lightly over her trembling thigh. "Shhh… relax," he whispered, his tone soothing. "That was only the beginning."

His words made her heart lurch, equal parts fear and raw hunger stirring deep in her belly. 'Only the beginning…? How can he say that when I feel like I've already been broken apart…'

He leaned closer, his lips ghosting over her ear. "I could stop here, let you rest… but look at you. Even now, your body's still begging me." His palm slid over her lower belly, pressing gently, reminding her of how wet and swollen she still was.

Mia whimpered, her thighs twitching shut, but the restraints above her kept her from covering herself. 'He's right… I can feel it… my body wants more, even if my mind is screaming that it's too much…'

Yohan chuckled low. "You don't realize yet, do you? You've already given yourself to me. Blindfolded, cuffed… trembling every time I touch you. You're mine."

Her breath caught, shame and arousal twisting together so tightly it left her dizzy. 'What is wrong with me? It's like I want him to own me… like I need it…'

His fingers traced the wetness still glistening at her entrance, not entering — just circling lazily, making her gasp. "See? Even after coming so hard, you're still dripping for me. That's not your choice. That's your body answering to me."

Mia shook her head, moaning weakly, but her hips betrayed her, lifting into his touch as if begging.

"Good girl," Yohan murmured, his tone both gentle and commanding. "Now breathe. You'll need it… because the night is only just beginning."