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Korean Cindy has another massage client
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Korean Cindy has another massage client
Cindy adjusted the thin silk robe around her petite frame as she stepped into the dimly lit room at Lotus Spa, the upscale Korean massage parlor her old friend Min-Ju had been managing for years. At 59, Cindy still turned heads—4'11" and barely 105 pounds, with perky 32B breasts topped by sensitive dark nipples that poked through fabric when she got excited, and those famously thick, smooth Korean thighs that looked even sexier in the black stilettos she wore for work. Her shoulder-length black hair was pulled into a neat bun, a few strands framing her pretty, youthful face. Min-Ju had begged her to fill in for an evening shift when one of the regular girls called out sick. “Just one client, unni,” Min-Ju had said with a wink. “He’s a regular. Big tipper. Loves mature Korean women.”
The client was already waiting in the table-shower room: a tall, broad-shouldered white man in his late forties, easily 6'4" and built like a linebacker, with a thick beard and hungry blue eyes. His name was Mark, and the moment he saw Cindy his grin widened. “Well, hello there, beautiful,” he rumbled, voice deep. “Min-Ju said she had a special treat for me tonight.”
Cindy gave him her practiced coy smile, switching effortlessly into the soft, accented English the customers loved. “Annyeonghaseyo, Mark-ssi. I’m Cindy. I take very good care of you tonight, okay?”
She let the robe slip just enough to flash the lacy black bra and matching thong underneath before motioning him to undress.
Mark stripped without hesitation, revealing a heavy, muscular body and—when his boxer briefs dropped—an already half-hard cock that made Cindy’s breath catch. It was thick, easily eight and a half inches even semi-erect, with a fat mushroom head and heavy hanging balls. Classic Asian-fetish white guy, she thought, but damn if that thing didn’t look delicious.
She led him to the table shower, the warm water already running. “Lie down, please. Face up first.” Mark stretched out, that monster dick flopping against his thigh as he watched her. Cindy poured scented soap over her hands and began the ritual—long, slow strokes up his thick calves, over those tree-trunk thighs, teasing closer and closer. When her slick fingers finally grazed his shaft he groaned.
“Fuck, your little hands feel perfect,” he muttered.
Cindy giggled, letting her palms glide up and down his rapidly hardening length. “You so big, Mark-ssi. Korean girls not used to size like this.” She wasn’t lying; it was throbbing in her grip now, veins pulsing, the head swollen and shiny under the water. She pumped him slowly while her other hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently. Water cascaded over both of them, soaking her bra until her stiff nipples were completely visible.
After several minutes of teasing strokes and whispered Korean dirty talk—“Neomu keo, so big, I scared little pussy break”—she turned him over and scrubbed his back, letting her breasts press against him as she worked lower, eventually spreading his ass cheeks to clean there too, one slippery finger circling his hole until he pushed back with a growl.
“Goddamn, Cindy, you’re killing me.”
She just laughed and slapped his ass playfully. “Patience, baby. Best part coming.”
Back in the private room, the lights low and the air thick with jasmine oil, Cindy had him lie face down on the massage table. She straddled his back in just her thong now, thighs squeezing his sides as she poured warm oil over his skin. Her hands were magic—deep pressure into his shoulders, then lighter, teasing strokes down his spine. When she reached his ass she didn’t hold back, kneading the thick muscle before sliding oiled fingers between his cheeks again, pressing one knuckle just inside. Mark moaned into the face cradle.
Eventually she whispered, “Turn over, please.”
The moment he rolled, his cock sprang up like a flagpole—fully hard now, nine inches at least, so thick her fingers barely met when she wrapped both hands around it. Pre-cum beaded at the tip. Cindy licked her lips without thinking.
“You like mature Korean lady, yes?” she cooed, drizzling more oil over his shaft and starting a slow, twisting stroke. “You dream about ajumma with nice legs wrapped around you?”
“Fuck yes,” he hissed, eyes locked on her tits as she shrugged off the bra. Her 32Bs were still firm for 59, dark nipples erect and begging for attention. She leaned forward so they brushed his chest while her hands worked him relentlessly—long pulls from base to tip, then fast little twists just under the head that made his hips jerk.
Cindy climbed onto the table, kneeling between his spread thighs. “Special service now,” she murmured, and lowered her mouth. She couldn’t take him all—nobody could—but she swallowed as much as possible, lips stretched wide, tongue swirling. The salty taste of his pre-cum mixed with the oil as she bobbed, one hand pumping what she couldn’t suck, the other fondling his balls. Mark’s huge hand tangled in her hair, guiding but not forcing.
After several minutes of sloppy, gagging head she pulled off with a gasp, strings of spit connecting her lips to his glistening cock. “You want pussy now?”
“God yes. Please.”
Cindy stood, peeled off the soaked thong, and climbed up to straddle him. She was dripping; the size of him always turned her on more than she admitted. Rubbing the fat head between her slick folds, she sank down slowly—inch by thick inch—until she was fully seated, stuffed to the hilt. A low moan escaped her throat.
“So big… fill me up so good…”
She started riding, those sexy thighs flexing, heels still on so her ass looked even rounder as it bounced. Mark’s huge hands gripped her hips, then slid up to squeeze her tits, thumbs flicking her nipples until she whimpered. The table creaked under them.
“Fuck, your little Korean pussy is tight,” he grunted, thrusting up to meet her. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, wet and obscene.
Cindy leaned forward, bracing her hands on his chest, grinding her clit against his shaft on every downstroke. “You like ajumma pussy, baby? Better than young girls, yes?”
“Way fucking better,” he growled, and suddenly flipped her onto her back in one smooth motion—his strength effortless. Now he loomed over her tiny body, cock spearing back inside in one deep thrust that made her cry out. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, those thick Korean thighs pressed to her chest, and started pounding—long, punishing strokes that had her tits jiggling and her eyes rolling back.
“Yes, yes, fuck me hard!” she gasped in Korean and English, nails digging into his forearms.
Mark’s rhythm turned brutal, the table shaking. “Gonna cum inside you, Cindy. Fill that little pussy up.”
“Do it,” she panted. “Give me all that white cock cum.”
With a guttural roar he buried himself to the root and exploded, pulse after hot pulse flooding her. The sensation pushed Cindy over the edge too—she clenched around him, thighs trembling in the heels, a sharp cry escaping as she came hard.
They stayed locked like that for a long moment, breathing ragged. Finally he pulled out slowly, a river of cum following his retreating cock and dripping onto the sheet. Cindy lay there boneless, legs still splayed, pussy puffy and leaking.
Mark grinned down at her, stroking himself lazily. “Best happy ending I’ve ever had.”
Cindy smiled, reaching down to scoop some of his cum onto her fingers and—eyes locked on his—lick them clean. “Come back soon, Mark-ssi. Cindy take even better care next time.”
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| By dandy2dick on Tuesday, November 18, 2025 - 8:27 pm: |
Oh Cindy, how I wish you were here with me now!!
| By morris115 on Wednesday, November 19, 2025 - 7:42 am: |
Love Asian matures at Asian Spas. Best sex ever.