Ah, the sweet allure of rediscovering a long-lost “sugar treat” at Infinity Spa, where the lovely Stella now graces the scene. Despite my usual reluctance to frequent this establishment, the promise of Stella was too tempting. As I stepped into the dimly lit room, she appeared—a vision in a sheer, short nightie that barely covered her tantalizing curves. Her warm smile was all the invitation I needed, and it was clear that she remembered exactly what drew me to her in the first place.
Off I went to the quirky bathroom with its unusual tub-shower combo, with Stella following closely behind. Under the cascading water, we indulged in playful teasing and affectionate caresses. It didn’t take much for her to awaken my senses, her touch electrifying as I felt the heat and wetness that had nothing to do with the running water. Stella, with her enchanting and responsive little figure, seemed to be a living, breathing erogenous zone.
Once our aquatic romping was complete, we dashed to the room. I cheekily flopped onto my back, and Stella, unfazed, straddled me to start her delightful game. She leaned in, whispering sweet nothings into my ear, while I savored the soft delight of her breasts and tweaked her sensitive nipples. As we continued our intimate dance, she shifted upwards, allowing my mouth to explore down her belly to where we both craved connection.
Stella treated me to an exhilarating facesitting escapade, and though I endeavored to keep up, eventually, I needed a breather. Flipping the situation, I resumed exploring her sweetness on my terms. Her legs playfully teased below, reminding me to hold back from reaching a premature peak.
After some enticing whispers and giggles about not wanting to be utterly exhausted, she expertly transitioned us onto a new path. I lay on my stomach, indulging in her practiced maneuvers that kept me deliciously on edge. When I could no longer resist, she tenderly coaxed me back onto my back, her touches both soothing and tantalizing.
Stella then embarked on a ride that felt almost too real. Holding onto her bouncing form, I reveled in the illusion, only realizing it was an illusion when the climax swept over me. A laugh escaped, and Stella’s curious gaze met mine, but I left the mystery unspoken. We stayed entwined, the warmth of our shared glow lingering.
The session ended in a blissful haze, her finesse leaving an indelible impression. Stella’s genuine passion and natural flair for pleasure made the experience unforgettable. As she tidied up, she nestled close, and I held her close, a grin of satisfaction etched on my face for the rest of the day.
A delightful 90 minutes of classic massage at a cost of 3,200 CZK. The experience was truly top-notch, and I’m already considering a return visit, should this enchanting siren remain in the industry. Stella has indeed claimed her spot as a cherished favorite on my playlist of indulgences.
