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Shayla entered the massage room to the sound of more Enya playing softly in the background. Carlos was already preparing the massage table for her. She noticed that Carlos was only wearing some biker pants and no shirt, instead of his normal white robe and slacks.
"Carlos, what's up with the outfit? You're not in your normal gear?" Shalya asked.
"Well, since your my last client AND my good friend, I thought I'd be a little more casual. I'm more comfortable without all the clothes, and it helps me to perform better on my clients if I'm more comfortable. Why? Does it bother you to see me with hardly any clothes on?" Carlos teased.
"No, no... I... uh... I was just wondering, that's all. " Shayla hurried to change the subject. Seeing Carlos's huge dick begging to be freed from those tight biker pants was making Shayla extremely wet. She didn't want Carlos to smell her juices pouring from her as he massaged her body.
"Are you ready for me yet?" Shayla asked.
"I'm always ready for you, baby!" Carlos replied. He glanced over Shayla's body as he said that. He couldn't wait to get Shayla's robe off and see those luscious, milk-filled tits of hers. His hands were just aching to get a hand-full of those tits in them. He wanted to knead them and squeeze them, pinching and tweaking the nipples. He knew it would get Shayla excited, but he didn't know how Shayla would react to that. Right about now, though, he didn't much care. He knew he was going to seduce Shayla, finally, after all these years.
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"Okay, what you're going to do is take your robe off and hang it up on the hanger on the door. Then, put your shoes under the table, and get nice and cozy under the sheets. Now, normally, I leave the room for my clients, but since this is your first massage while being pregnant, I'm going to stay and help you get on the table, if that's all right with you. Okay?" Carlos tried to sound as innocent as possible, but his intentions were far from that. His dick was so hard and his balls so full in anticipation of touching Shayla's body and feeling her tits as they fell on his arm while she held onto him as he helped her onto the table.
Shayla was so glad that Carlos decided to stay and help her. She wanted Carlos to see her 'new' body and tits before she got under the sheets. She also knew that she was going to 'pretend' to need a lot of Carlos's help in getting on the table so that her tits would brush up against him, somehow. She couldn't believe the thoughts she was thinking.
"No, I don't mind at all, Carlos. I'm glad you offered because I'm gonna definitely need your help getting on that table in this condition. Ha!" They both shared a laugh.
Shayla turned her back to Carlos and Carlos pretended to be busy with something, but steadily kept his eyes on Shayla's movements. Shayla started to untie the belt on her robe, and then slowly slid it off her shoulders, then down her back and finally off her butt. Carlos's eyes were glued at this point.
"Look at that sweet ass", Carlos thought to himself. "I can't wait to get my hands in the crack of it, squeezing it and kneading it like I'm going to do to her tits. "