I'm a college student getting a practice massage at the beauty salon my aunt runs. It's a perfectly wholesome establishment, but as my aunt massages me, my body reacts honestly. "Oh, is it my fault? I'm in trouble," she says, her mischievous side ignited, and she switches to a slippery, oil-filled pleasure course. She straddles my stomach, whispering softly in my ear. Pressed close with her supple hip movements, the combination of sliding skin and whispers pushes my excitement to the max. The rhythm of her hips during the thigh job varies in speed. The pleasure of being teased right at the edge, stopping just as it feels like she'll insert...! I want her to put it in quickly, but being teased like this makes me tremble with frustration!!