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Chapter 1: The Meeting Nash's heart fluttered with anticipation as he waited for her response. He couldn't believe his luck when she agreed to meet him for coffee. had spent hours crafting the perfect profile, hoping to attract someone as open-minded and adventurous as him. And now, he was about to meet the woman of his dreams. He arrived at the coffee shop early, eager to make a good impression. The door swung open, and there she was. She was even more stunning in person than in her profile picture. Her long, curly hair cascaded down her back, framing her delicate features. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and she carried herself with a confidence that made him weak in the knees. She approached him with a smile, her hips swaying slightly. "You must be Nash," she said, extending her hand. He took it, feeling a jolt of electricity as their skin touched. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you," he replied, taking in her soft scent. They ordered their drinks and found a quiet corner to sit down. The conversation flowed effortlessly, and Nash couldn't help but notice her playful banter and quick wit. They talked about everything from their favorite books to their wildest fantasies, and Nash found himself completely captivated by her. As they finished their coffees, Nash suggested they continue their date at his place. She hesitated for a moment, but then nodded, a mischievous glint in her eye. He couldn't wait to show her the Tantric massage he had been practicing for months. Chapter 2: The Massage Back at Nash's place, he led her to his cozy massage room. It was dimly lit, with soft music playing in the background, creating a soothing ambiance. He turned to her, his eyes burning with desire. "Lie down on the table, and let me take care of you," he whispered. She did as he asked, her heart racing with anticipation. Nash began the massage by slowly running his hands over her body, tracing every curve and contour. His touch was gentle yet firm, and he paid special attention to her erogenous zones. He could feel her body responding to his touch, her breath quickening. As he moved lower, his hands skimmed over her thighs, stopping at the hem of her dress. "May I?" he asked, his voice rough with lust. She nodded, and he slid the dress up, revealing her perfect body. His fingers traced circles around her navel before moving lower still, until they reached her bare skin. His hands glided up her inner thighs, sending shivers down her spine. When he reached her core, he paused, his fingers teasing her sensitive flesh. She gasped, arching into his touch. Nash took this as a cue, and his fingers began to work their magic. He found her G-spot, and she cried out, her hips bucking off the table. He continued to work her body, bringing her closer and closer to climax. Finally, when she couldn't take it anymore, he stopped, leaving her hanging on the edge. She whimpered in frustration, begging for release. Nash chuckled and leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Patience, my dear. The main event is yet to come." Chapter 3: The Sensual Encounter Nash climbed onto the massage table, positioning himself between her legs. He kissed her stomach, working his way up her torso, stopping to tease her nipples with his tongue and teeth. She moaned, arching into his touch. He moved higher, lavishing kisses on her neck and collarbone. When he reached her lips, he took them in a searing kiss, his tongue dancing with hers. He pulled away, trailing kisses down her jawline to her ear. "Tell me what you want," he whispered. She responded with a moan, her hips grinding against his. Nash smiled, understanding her unspoken request. He moved lower, his tongue tracing the outline of her ear before dipping inside. She shuddered, her hands finding their way into his hair. He moved lower still, tonguing her sensitive flesh. She cried out, her body tense with pleasure. He continued his slow, sensual assault, stopping to tease her again before finally bringing her to a screaming orgasm. She bucked wildly beneath him, her cries echo ing off the walls. Nash moved up her body, kissing and licking every inch as he went. He positioned himself at her entrance, his erection pressing against her wetness. Slowly, he entered her, filling her completely. She gasped at the sensation. Nash began a slow, steady rhythm, his movements matching the pace of their breaths.
She clung to him, her nails digging into his skin. He withdrew almost all the way out, only to thrust back in, hitting her G-spot with every stroke. She screamed, her body tensing around him. He picked up the pace, driving deeper and harder. She met his thrusts, their hips slapping together in a primal rhythm.
Their bodies moved together, lost in the heat of the moment. Nash felt her tighten around him, and with one final thrust, he released inside her. They collapsed onto the massage table, panting and sweating. Nash rolled off her, propping himself up on his elbow. She looked up at him,
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