MUGON-014 The masseuse I ordered at a business hotel was a young woman

Ask for a massage at a business hotel. A young woman comes into the room. The movement of the hand crawling over the whole body transmitted through the towel. Close enough to take your breath away. The scent of a woman and the touch of a soft hand create distractions and disturb the man’s consciousness. A body that beats faster and reacts unscrupulously. Shame like no other. Little by little, I feel her gaze on the bulge that I can’t hide.