Cosmetic and Love Treatment

I firmly grabbed her by the head, feeling that I would climax at any moment. She licked me passionately and lustfully, moving her tongue from my clitoris to my vagina, and vice versa; my body began to convulse violently from pleasure. Loud sighs filled the room, I completely surrendered to her caresses

Friday afternoon. The best time to go to the beauty salon, because after all, the weekend is just around the corner, so I need to prepare for evening outings. Hair removal is definitely first on the list, but at least once a week I treat myself to a massage as well. It's a wonderful thing, especially when it comes to my favorite beautician, whose fingers are truly divine; everything becomes perfect. Her touch is so gentle yet firm; I enjoy it as she almost penetrates my skin with her soft fingers, gently caressing every piece of my tense body in slow circular motions. And no matter how hard my boyfriend tries to give me the perfect massage, he will never reach the peak of pleasure that Dijana, my beautician, provides.
I scheduled the treatment for five, so I still have time to shower and change into something more comfortable after work. It's a lovely feeling to arrive at a salon where there aren't a bunch of women waiting for their turn, reading some silly women's magazines, while commenting on every female body they come across. I found Dijana fixing her beautiful long brown hair. The room was freshly aired and sprinkled with a refreshing floral scent, and soft instrumental music was playing from the radio.
“What did we agree on for today?” she asked me cheerfully.
“Leg and bikini area hair removal and a massage, if you have time,” I replied.
Dijana never wasted time on unnecessary chit-chat, as beauticians usually do; she immediately got down to work. While I undressed, she prepared all the necessary items for hair removal. Since there was no one else in the room except for us, there was no need to put on a robe; I walked to the table in my skimpy thong and a small top. Dijana arranged a cushion under my head and then gently began to apply cream to my lower legs. I felt a gentle warmth and comfort; she was truly attentive, and I hardly felt any pain when she started removing the hair. Every now and then, she would glance at me to see if she could spot any tension on my face. There was a special warmth in her gaze. Soon she finished both legs and moved on to the bikini area. With a gentle touch, she spread the inner thigh and began applying cream to the area around the edge of my panties with her little fingers, and then removed the fine hairs with strips. I enjoyed every new touch; her gestures excited me more and more each time, and I was afraid to admit that I was attracted to Dijana in a special way. I felt my hot pussy pulsating, becoming wetter by the moment. It lustfully cried out for touch, and I felt a bit embarrassed at the thought that Dijana might discover my desire. She drove me crazy by rubbing cream on the outer edge of my labia; I buried my head in the pillow and surrendered to her magical fingers. She penetrated under the edge of my panties, and I no longer knew if it was part of the treatment or some special service. Feeling her finger on my swollen clitoris, I was sure that Dijana and I shared the same desire. She caressed me with her cream-covered fingers, spreading my wet pussy wider, massaging my clitoris more passionately. I stroked her head, encouraging her to give me a long and sweet lick. She was thrilled as she rubbed her soft face against my wet pussy, greeting it with her hot tongue, while simultaneously offering it the thickness of her three fingers. She pushed them in harder, faster; an indescribable warmth and feeling of pleasure coursed through my body. I wanted to kiss her all over, to push something thick and long into her hole, to grab her firmly by those voluptuous breasts and knead them until powerful waves of orgasm flowed through her body. I firmly grabbed her by the head, feeling that I would climax at any moment. She licked me passionately and lustfully, moving her tongue from my clitoris to my vagina, and vice versa; my body began to convulse violently from pleasure. Loud sighs filled the room, I completely surrendered to her caresses.
When the last wave of orgasm subsided, I leaned towards Dijana and began to unbutton the tiny buttons on her impeccably white uniform. Her lush and firm breasts curiously peeked out from her somewhat tight bra; with one motion, I freed them and began to sensually lick, occasionally sucking her nipples into my hot mouth. They became harder and fuller. I unbuttoned her pants and eagerly sought her pussy. It was already noticeably wet and yearning for my touch. I gently stroked her and then deeply penetrated, first one finger, then more; she constantly sought more and more, I pushed them in wildly, forcefully, and Dijana moaned and begged me not to stop. I enjoyed as her body convulsed and rubbed against mine, she eagerly pressed against my fingers until she loudly climaxed. Love juice dripped down her legs, which I eagerly licked. She curled up next to me and began to kiss me gently; her breasts rubbed against mine, and I was ready to do anything she wanted. We moved to a larger armchair on the other side of the room, and Dijana invited me to sit on her lap, our pussies rubbed against each other, driving each other crazy.
“I like you,” I whispered to her, gently kissing her delicate earlobe. She smiled softly and continued to kiss me sensually; we became almost one
being, a being of delicate female passion.