NTR Massage Parlour: A Wellness Technique Guide

”Hmmnnn~” she hummed on Yohan’s cock, allowing the dragon to go deeper inside her throat, holding it in for more than a few seconds.

’How much longer is this going to take? My jaw is starting to hurt,’ she looked up to see his face, with a small grin. They had even moved to the bed to get more comfortable, but it was still the same thing.

Yohan was enjoying every bit of this even if he was trying his best not to show it.

’I think I’ve held on long enough...’ he thought, as he decided to make it more interesting.

”I don’t think you can get me to finish with just your mouth alone, why don’t you try something else...?” He suggested casually.

”Something else like what?” She asked with his dick in her hand.

”I don’t know, why don’t you think of something?”

She understood what he was asking for, he wanted to go further, but she already told him sex was off the table.

Even with her pussy becoming wetter as she went on she wanted to keep to that simple decision.

’I’m not going to have sex with a guy I only just met’ she thought.

But since she also wanted him to finish quickly she had to do something else.

Okay,” she finally said, then she took off her bra.

Her full breasts spilled free, heavy and soft, nipples already hardening in the cool air of the room. She cupped them in her hands, squeezing gently as she looked up at Yohan with a mix of defiance and determination.

’This should do it,’ she thought, her pussy throbbing with unwelcome heat from the prolonged teasing, but she pushed the urge down. No way was she letting him inside her.

Yohan’s eyes darkened with hunger as he watched, his cock twitching in her grip, still slick from her mouth.

The beast in him rumbled low, ready to grab those plum milk bags and stuff them in his mouth, but he kept his composure, leaning back against the headboard to give her space.

”That’s a start,” he murmured, voice thick with restraint.

She shifted forward on her knees between his legs, the mattress dipping under her weight. Pressing her breasts together around his thick shaft, she enveloped him in warm, plush flesh. The head of his cock peeked out from the top, flushed and leaking pre-cum that smeared across her skin.

She started moving, sliding her tits up and down his length, the friction building as she found a rhythm. Her nipples brushed against his thighs with each stroke, sending sparks through her own body, but she focused on him—watching his face for any sign of breaking.

”Fuck, that’s good,” Yohan growled, his hands fisting the sheets. The softness of her breasts contrasted with the firm pressure, milking his cock in a way that made his hips buck slightly.

He could feel the heat radiating from her, smell her arousal growing despite her resolve, but he didn’t push. Not yet.

She picked up the pace, her breaths coming faster as sweat beaded on her chest, making the slide even smoother.

Droplets of his pre-cum mixed with her saliva from earlier, creating a lewd sheen. Every time the ridge of his cockhead dragged between her cleavage, she felt a pulse in her core, her clit aching for attention she refused to give.

’Just focus on making him cum,’ she reminded herself, leaning down to flick her tongue over the tip on each upstroke, tasting the salt of him.

Yohan’s control frayed at the edges, a low hiss escaping his lips as his balls tightened. His instincts urged him to flip her over, to claim what her body clearly craved, but he held back, thrusting shallowly into the valley of her breasts.

”You’re full of surprises,” he said through gritted teeth, one hand reaching down to tangle in her hair.

Her jaw still ached faintly from the deep-throating, but this felt empowering, keeping the boundaries she’d set.

She squeezed her breasts tighter around him, rocking faster, the slap of skin on skin echoing softly. Her pussy clenched emptily, wetness trickling down her thighs, but she ignored it, chasing his release to end this torment.

”Close... keep going,” Yohan panted, his abs tensing. The pressure built, coiling hot and fierce, until he couldn’t hold it.

With a guttural roar, he came, ropes of thick cum erupting from his cock, splattering across her chest and neck. Some hit her chin, warm and sticky, as she milked him through it with her tits, slowing her movements until he shuddered to a stop.

She released him, sitting back on her heels, her skin painted with his seed. Breathing hard, she wiped a strand from her lip with the back of her hand, a small smirk tugging at her mouth despite the flush on her cheeks.

’There, done.’

But as Yohan’s eyes locked on hers, glowing faintly with hungry fire, she wondered if that really satisfied him—or if he’d push for more.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her in, keeping both hands pressed against the bed.

”Huh... what are doing?” she asked, struggling weakly.

”I’m sorry but it seems like your work isn’t done yet,” he replied.

She glanced down to see his cock, still rock solid, hovering inches away from her sleek wet pussy.

”This wasn’t part of our agreement,” she said, trying her best to maintain her composure.

”What do you mean, I’m actually doing this for you...” he smirked, ”Can’t you see how wet you are, I was starting to feel sorry for you, after all you put in all that effort for me. It’s only right I return the favor,”

Yohan’s grip on her wrists tightened, pinning them above her head with one iron-strong hand, his strength making her struggles futile.

While his other hand went lower.

”No... wait...”

Her body shuddered the moment he covered her pussy with his large hand, fingers splaying over her slick folds.

The heat of his palm pressed against her clit, sending a jolt straight up her spine, her hips twitching involuntarily despite her protest. She was soaked, her pussy juice coating his skin instantly.