Massage Parlor for Unsatisfied Wives in Another World

But inevitably, I couldn’t keep playing with it because I ended up pulling the whole thing off—but it didn’t matter because…

“Mngh~ Aaah! That’s it… Mmmngh~❤️ So sensitive and… Nagh!~”(Olivia)

I started playing with that cute little button, now exposed, which was still sensitive from having the band-aid ripped off.

Oh, how interesting.

Now that I’m touching it, I realize something curious: her nipples are a little longer than normal.

It’s curious, and for me, it’s a source of extra fun—one where just one didn’t seem to be enough—so I started peeling off the band-aid from the other one.

“Mmmphh. ❤️! … Hyaaa!”

This time I used the opposite approach and caught her off guard with a quick rip, which startled her and made her tremble again.

“! Aaaahhh~💕! That’s mean! ~”

Apparently, she wanted to complain about my method.

She didn’t like it slow or fast; I didn’t really get it, but anyway, that wasn’t the point.

I kept playing with her pretty, sensitive nipples thoroughly.

Once again, she started squirming in my embrace, pressing herself against me more intensely.

Her legs seemed to struggle and rub against each other more intensely, and the floral scent grew stronger.

The more I played with her lovely nipples, the more she lost herself in the sensations and got closer to the peak.

“Give me a moment~💕”

She was asking for a moment again, but, as always, I kept ignoring her. All her movement and restlessness were turning me on, too.

After all, she was leaning heavily against me, and her heat and arousal—as well as her reactions—were turning me on more and more.

And because of that, I was also losing my patience which led me to be a little mean—I started pinching and pulling on her nipples.

“Hmmngh!!~💕”

She moaned loudly; it seems her nipples are more sensitive than average, which is very valuable information I’ll keep in mind.

“N-not so rough, ouhh!~💕 Stop!”

Her hands, which until then had been idle, rested on top of mine, as if trying to stop me, but there was no real strength in them, and they couldn’t do anything to prevent me from continuing to squeeze, pull, and play with her breasts.

Her hands slowly lost their strength, and there came a moment when they simply gave up and fell limp.

However, I noticed something: one of her hands was slowly making its way toward her crotch.

I think it was more of an intuitive gesture because, once her hand got there, she didn’t do anything; she just seemed to want to somehow dampen the need for stimulation.

Her hand just lay pressed between her thigh and her crotch, which I suppose gave her some relief.

I was waiting for the next step to begin and for her to start playing with herself, but she never actually did, which disappointed me a little.

Anyway, my hands kept moving skillfully, until I quickly brought her to a state where…

“Wait! Aaah! I feel ~💕!”

She didn’t have to say it—I could feel her body building toward a big orgasm.

And I could feel that, now more than ever, she wanted to pull away from me, but I know that what she really wants is to escape from all those pleasurable sensations.

She’s afraid to admit that she’s actually enjoying all of this and that I might lead her to a point of no return, where her rational thinking becomes practically useless, just as I said before.

“Aaaah!! Stop~❤️”

But, unfortunately for her, letting her go wasn’t an option, so I held her firmly while continuing to stimulate her.

She was on the verge of a massive climax and couldn’t do anything to stop it.

Or so she thought, but since I felt it was too soon, I gave her a little help: I quickly touched several spots on her lower abdomen.

“Mngh~💕”

She didn’t seem to notice what I did, and I didn’t stop to explain it to her.

My hands returned and continued to play with her nipples—pinching, rubbing, squeezing, and massaging them.

She was getting hotter and writhing against me; her legs were opening and closing, not knowing what to do.

The intense sensations finally left her with no way out, and she inevitably felt that…

“I-I can’t take it anymore, I… Aaah!❤️❤️… Eh! I… mngh!🩷”

She seemed to want to release her climax, but there was something—something holding her back, something keeping her at that absolute, pure, and almost painful peak.

And that quickly began to devour her rationality—or so I assumed—because she started thrashing even harder in my arms.

And not only that, the hand that had been used to stimulate her between her thighs and her sacred spot finally began to spring into action.

Skkrrrkkk… sckshhh….Sliccsh!.

“Mngghh~! Uoohhh! Nnghh… fuck! ❤️❤️!”

Clear, wet sounds could be heard, followed by her intense moans and even curses.

But the most important thing is that, indeed, she finally began to pleasure herself.

Unfortunately, something I overlooked was that she removed the band-aid when she did so, taking that privilege away from me, but I’ll let it slide, since it was really hot to see how rough she was being with herself.

“Mmmngh!~ Why? I’m almost there, I… ugh!~❤️❤️ Damn it!, I’m going to come.”

She seemed to be in limbo, and even though she was pleasuring herself, she didn’t seem able to break free from that sensation of being at the peak.

That’s obvious, since I stimulated some key spots on her body to prevent that from happening, though her reaction was more intense than I expected.

“Ugh! I… aaah! Only you, gh!~❤️❤️”

And just when I thought it would be bad if I kept going and was about to bring her back to normal, she did something that caught me a little off guard.

With a strength very different from before, she grabbed my hand, which was still playing with her breasts.

I thought she was going to push me away and run from me, but, contrary to all my expectations, with her very firm grip, she didn’t push me away; instead, she forcefully guided my hand toward her crotch.

“Wow! You’re really going wild down there. Haha! I didn’t expect you to be so daring.”

“Ugh, j-just do something, this❤️❤️… just… do it!💕”

She really didn’t seem to have any patience. Now that she couldn’t do it on her own, she was forcing me to give her the pleasure she needed to reach that orgasm.

She, who had tried to resist me until the very end, gave in and asked me to stimulate her willingly—which made me realize just how perverse this all is.

I just wanted to delay the moment a little to play with her cute breasts some more, but this turned out better than I expected, and because of it, many ideas formed in my head.

But first, it was time to end her agony.

“Hmm~ It seems you need your big sister to reach the peak. This big sister will do it and take you to a world of endless pleasure!”

I whispered that in her ear, and quickly, with the hand she wasn’t holding, I released the lock that was restraining her, and at the same time, my fingers began to caress her already very wet clitoris.

In fact, the wetness was amazing, but that aside… I barely did it…

“Yeees, just❤️~ like that!❤️❤️ AaahhhHH!!~❤️❤️❤️”

Psshht…. squelch… shlick…. splish!!.

She reached her first orgasm as she screamed without any restraint, releasing all the tension she’d built up until that moment.

Her scream echoed through the room. Her body began to tremble, shaken by an irregular succession of involuntary contractions.

She seemed to tense up completely, only to relax a moment later, before contracting again.

Meanwhile, my fingers, positioned at the entrance, were literally soaked by her release.

I felt the wetness spreading across my hand. That sensation took me by surprise, but it didn’t distract me from what was happening right in front of me.

She was still trembling, and her ragged breathing filled the brief silences between her screams.

I couldn’t let that moment slip away.

My fingers moved again, stimulating her already trembling flower.

“That’s my sweet Livvy—let yourself go, let it all out without holding back.”

“Mngh!~Nnooo❤️❤️💕”

She felt it and, by reflex, closed her legs, trapping my hand, but that didn’t stop me from continuing to stimulate her pussy intensely.

It seemed that having held back her orgasm and kept her on the brink for a while was taking its toll, making this moment of release even more intense than it originally was.

“Mmmhh ❤️AaahhhH~❤️💕💕!”

Squelch… trickle… plip… slp…

But even so, I kept stimulating her; my hand was damp—no, that’s an understatement—it was soaked, and she was a wet mess that just kept getting bigger…

“Nooo, It’s too much! ❤️, I can’t stop!💕💕💕”

Honestly, it was one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever seen, and just like she said, it simply wouldn’t stop.

That orgasm dragged on and on.

PLssshhh! Plpsshhh! Sllrrrpp!

Plus, I was right there, persistently stroking her trembling pussy, getting her ready for the next one.

Yeah, I wasn’t going to let this end so easily.

“Nooo, stop! Not me, not again, nooo!~❤️❤️❤️!

“Yeah!, again, yes! (｀∇´), “

I kept pushing her to the limit, enjoying her reactions and everything about it.

It was fun to see how she—who said she was going to hold her ground—was acting now.

And we’re still just at the beginning of our fun.