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Hair’s hopingHer breathing, that is what I remember most. It started about an hour ago. I arrived for my almost monthly wax job and was eager as ever. Katy was already there, setting up her station in the back room of the salon. She look great, in her leggings and v-nect tee. She looks great in anything really. She’s tall but super petite. Along with that, she has one of the cutest, tight little asses around. She has dark hair and often has it pulled back and it still comes down past her shoulders. Her light brown skin only makes her that much more exotic. She greets me as usual, beautiful smile, and leads back to her station. She steps out as I begin to undress for my wax job. BSC, Balls Shaft and Crack… I’m sitting on the edge of the table when she knocks and comes in. We begin talking and I ask her how she is doing. She recently broke up with her boyfriend and she is also taking college classes. With a little one at home, that is a lot of stress. She doesn’t say much at first, but then starts to focus on some of the more fun things in her life. She always asks me about the things in my life too. We talk about things that aren’t really too important. It kind of helps distract from the pain of having my pubs ripped out, which is nice. As she starts to finish up she reaches for the lotion kadıköy escort and begins to massage my balls and gently teases my cock. It’s bliss. Her hands gliding around with the softness that makes my body scream. Her hands are exploring me with enthusiasm and I am loving every bit of it. As she stands there next to me focusing on her work, I let my hand fall and I am now grabbing her ass. It’s so firm as I give it a squeeze. She shuffles ever so slightly up the table so I have better access to her. I look up at her and she stares back while she is stroking my cock. I ask her if she has anyone that takes care of her at home. She asked what I meant, and at that moment, I moved my hand to the front of her leggings and started to rub and put pressure on her clit. She looks down at me and I contintue to rub and apply pressure. She sways a bit. Closing her eyes now as she continues to work me over. I’m rubbing with a consistently strong hand now, not too fast, but enough to keep her attention. She stops rubbing me for a second and holds herself up on the edge of the table. Her pants are getting damp now. She has told me before that she is fully waxed herself and there is nothing more that I want üsküdar escort to see in this moment than her soft, wet little pussy. I tell her that I want to go down on her. I press harder. I can tell she is debating her decision in her head. Struggling on the inside from putting down her guard and allowing herself to be pleasured and knowing that she is at work and should be a professional. I continue with a steady pace, working her clit through her pants. She reaches for the waist of her leggins and pushes them down. I start to get up and as I do she turns and sits on the edge of the table. Her skin is smooth, she is glistening. She puts her left foot up on the table as I kneel infront of her. I kiss her thigh, higher and higher as I get closer to heaven. Little licks, just to tease. Kisses all around with gentle sucking like giving a hicky. With my right hand I reach around her raised thigh and hold her down. She moans lightly. I hold her back with my left hand, reaching over her leg, to keep her right on the edge of the table. Kissing, licking, I begin to focus on her pleasure now. I love her taste. Like a fingerprint, it is unique. Twirling, proding, teasing, my tongue is dancing on her. She is in another place now. Distant, feeling only tuzla escort pleasure and the pressure of my hands. Forgotten are her worries. She hooks her right foot behind my back, pulling me in tighter. I quicken my pace. Licking and sucking. The feeling of her clit in my mouth has my cock as rigid as it has ever been. She lets out a squeak. She bits her lip as she tries to keep her sounds down. But at the same time she wants to burst out in pleasure. I can taste her wetness. She reaches down and grabs my head burrying my face into her even more. I’m licking her as hard as I can now, when suddenly she gasps, throws her head back and releases my head. I taste her just a little longer before I lean back and she folds over onto the table. Limply she lays there. Breathing heavily, steadily and she relaxes from her climax. Eyes closed, she recovers and her breathing diminishes. She looks at me for the first time and smiles gently. I get up and start to get dressed , rock hard, but today is about her. It is about someone giving to her, instead of her always having to give. She starts to sit up and I hand her the pants she reluctantly had set aside just minutes before. I stand in front of her, and place my hand on her cheeck. I lean in and kiss her other cheeck softly. “Thank you,” I whisper. She looks up at me, “Ditto.” I tell her I will see my self out so she can compose herself before she steps back out into her workplace. I stop at the door to turn and look back at her. “See you in about a month or so,” I say to her. She smiles back, “You better.” I step out into the fresh air and close my eyes. It is cold out here, much more so than the warmth I just left.

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