About this work
The client who came after seeing our website was Mishima (estimated around 30), owner of an impressive bust noticeable even over clothing. This full-time housewife with a treasure-like body requested an oil massage because her legs were tight after a recent trip and she had long been curious about it. Even the female staff commented, “You look like you’d have shoulder stiffness too, right?” — such was the prominent bust.
In the changing room she was shocked by the treatment garment handed to her — the mismatch with her chest size was striking... wonderful. Although she changed, she looked bewildered and embarrassed. She muttered to the female staff, “It's small...” but was dismissed with, “It's for oil application.”
Then a male therapist appeared and Mishima furrowed her brow further. “Male therapists are more effective~,” and the session began. Her breasts made a strong impression, but the wife was weak under pressure — lucky for him. In front of the powerful breasts visible even over the towel, the therapist ignored the intake and declared, “You must have shoulder stiffness!!” repeatedly, fixating on the breasts.
When oil was dripped onto her back, it slid smoothly over fine, beautiful skin. The massage enhanced her skin further. Even when his hand slipped beneath the treatment gown he continued, “It'll be quick!!” and proceeded. Mishima’s face grew increasingly flustered — that expression only made her more tempting. Her willful body became progressively translucent with oil; pale areolas and perky nipples showed through.
When the therapist casually slid his hand onto her chest saying, “This is a rib massage~,” the breasts popped out! “Having big breasts is a wonderful thing,” he said as an odd reassurance while massaging. “I'm embarrassed...” “Then all at once,” he said, and vigorously kneaded both breasts — at that size it was practically dough-kneading.
Next came internal lymph treatment for the groin (finger stimulation); though she said, “This isn't... a massage...” sweet sighs and wet sounds leaked from her groin. “Two fingers will go in...” “Ah... no...” her mouth protested, but two fingers slipped in smoothly.
“Now I'll treat you with my genitalia...” and things got stranger: our clinic's special meat-point pressing stick (penis) was fully erect and ready. “I'll insert just a little,” and then plunged to the root!! Liar!! The wife did not flee from the penis — she seemed to enjoy it. With every piston her breasts shook! Shame and pleasure mingled in her face, voice, and breath... she began to move on her own!! The intensity was so great the table nearly collapsed!!
“Does it feel good?” “It feels good!!” she admitted, enjoying the pistoning honestly. In an oil-lubricated missionary position he thrust deep again and again!! “You want to come, right?” “Yes... I want to come... please thrust deep...!” she grabbed the sheets and begged for piston thrusts!! Even harder pistoning!! “I'm going to cum inside!!” “No, no... ahh—!!” with a cute 'no' face she exploded!! From her pink slit a semi-solid white protein-like fluid dripped out. Mishima-san, if those breasts ache again, we'll be waiting for your return.