Luck was on my side, and after a long time, I got to visit Avalon thanks to a win. I had somewhat forgotten about it, and it seems like people have stopped writing about it, which is a bit of a shame. Arranging the visit was smooth, a day in advance, and I could choose from all the ladies, which surprised me.
Upon arrival, I rang the bell and headed downstairs. I was greeted by a hot manager or receptionist, or whatever her role is. She was wearing a tight shirt that highlighted her pierced breasts. I won’t lie, it’s a pity she doesn’t do massages too, and if she does, someone tell me her name. While waiting for Stacy, she showed me around the VIP area, which supposedly includes an hour there as part of the win. I didn’t protest, even though the website said the prize was just a standard massage worth 1800. Stacy arrived, a petite, friendly girl from the east, currently with lighter hair. The website says she’s 166 cm, but she’s more like a max of 160, weighing around 50, which seems accurate. But gentlemen, those breasts are the seventh wonder of the world. The website lists them as a size two, Avalon says 2.5, but to me, they’re a perfect, full Cs with an ideal shape. Truly perfect breasts. We took a shower together, where I felt a bit awkward, but I couldn’t resist focusing on them.
After the shower, I suggested we try the pool or sauna for a bit, but she declined, saying she couldn’t, though I could go alone. But that’s not why I was there, to sauna and swim by myself. This was a downside because if a girl is on her period, she shouldn’t be massaging, sorry. So, I didn’t get to enjoy the VIP as unexpectedly enhanced as the win was supposed to be.
We proceeded to the massage. The room was tiny, and she positioned me in front of a mirror, which wasn’t ideal because it made it hard to relax, especially when there’s so much to look at. Stacy started with an Avalon classic, massaging from the feet upwards, moving over the butt to the back. She incorporated her assets, and I eagerly awaited the turn, as always. Before the turn, she prepared me with her hand, so I wouldn’t turn over deflated. A pleasant part of the massage. The turn came, and I found myself staring into lit-up clouds, unable to see Stacy, which would have been a real shame. So, I suggested a move so I could face the mirror again and not the light. So, folks, don’t be shy, and if something doesn’t suit you, speak up. The girls are usually happy to accommodate. After the turn, with a good view, I helped her with the oiling. A bit of hand massage, then some body-to-body, face-to-face, and she moved beside me. From then on, we kind of cuddled together, but going down was unfortunately off-limits. I’m not sure if it was because she was on her period or if that’s always the case, but thanks to her amazing upper assets, I was more than satisfied, and her breasts were enough for me this time. Stacy is quite sensitive about them, so she was writhing just from that, especially when I occasionally added a kiss to her ear or neck. Meanwhile, she played with me, which got me quite worked up, so I had to grab her hand and stop her about three times, otherwise, I would have finished almost immediately. I really didn’t want that; I wanted to enjoy her, especially those breasts. But time was relentless, and on the fourth attempt, we reached the climax, which was truly amazing thanks to the delay.
Then just a shared shower, where I gave Stacy’s breasts a good wash one last time, and with a smile on my face, back to reality.
