I received a special message from a masseur. After the Argentina-Croatia match, he left his sperm on my pussy. Excitedly, I headed over to his private room. I knocked, and he opened the door, wearing nothing but a towel. "Come in," he whispered.
Inside, dim lighting set the mood; the scent of essential oils filled the air. He guided me to lie down on the massage table, allowing him to unwrap the towel. His massive cock stood erect before me.
"Relax," he said as he straddled my waist and began to massage my breasts. Softly moaning in pleasure, my body responded to his touch. His strong hands gently kneaded my flesh while one thumb occasionally brushed over my nipples.
As he moved lower, his heart raced with anticipation of what was to come.
