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Lady K Part 1

I stared through the condensation of the cafe window at the glowing neon sign across the street in Johor Bahru. The massage parlor promised relaxation. I stepped into the dim, staircase, the humidity of the street clinging to my skin as it was raining heavily.

"Do you have any Indian lady," I asked expecting to be denied one.
"We have K," she replied, her voice flat. "
Excitement grew in me. But was expecting a baby elephant.

After a quick shower, I waited in the room. She came in with a "Hello".

K wore a tight kurti that strained against her heavy breasts and wide hips. She was a 30 plus with a tight body and long hair. A hot MILF.

"Lay face down," K whispered, her accent thick and melodic.

Her hands worked in deep, rhythmic circles pacross my shoulders, the oil warming under her friction. Suddenly, her phone buzzed on the side table. She paused, her palms hovering, glancing at the screen with a frown.
"Are you busy?" I asked, turning my head towards her.

"Just a moment," she murmured.
She stepped outside for a minute. When she returned, the atmosphere shifted. Her touch grew heavier, sliding lower than before. Her palm grazed my inner thigh, then deliberately brushed against the hardening bulge in the towel.

To Be Continued...