Trying Massage Chairs with Yuri! (GreenText)

Trying Massage Chairs with Yuri! (GreenText)

>Every probe of your tongue against Yuri's walls sends another violent shiver through her, and she grinds your face even deeper within.

>With every naughty nook and cranny of her womanhood explored by your eagerly searching tongue, she only moans louder and thrashes her hips faster and faster. You relish the bittersweet taste of sin and lust in your mouth each time she releases.

>Meanwhile, Yuri's skin glistened and dripped with the musk of jasmine and sweat, and her once silky, dignified strands were now matted and wild with the chair's vibration.

>As her bountiful chest rose and fell, they met with the chair's firm rollers, probing deeply into her firm flesh, relieving her of unbearable pressure and weight endured for years upon years. Meanwhile, Anon's fingers rubbed down the knots in her poor back, feeling out her tense shoulder blades and sending electricity surging through her with each successful discovery of a pressure point.

>Your tongue finally catches a grape-sized lump and immediately nudges it as hard as it could muster. With one final, primal cry of lust, Yuri's juices flow into your mouth, flooding your own orifice with love, it, and she goes limp, falling back on the armrests as the chair winds down.

>"Hahh...Hahhh...Hahhh...I could certainly...get used to this...right, Anon~?"