Aunt trip

Between laughter and light chatter, George felt the tension that had tormented him for days slowly melt away. It was as if the outside world had dissolved, leaving him completely immersed in the present moment. The girls, with their bright smiles and kind words, enveloped him in an embrace of warmth and friendship. Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, the girls offered him a special massage that they called "super", for a modest surcharge. George's curiosity was piqued, and he imagined what this special treatment might mean. Maybe a more intense massage, or maybe something more... sensual. Influenced by the relaxed atmosphere and the effect of the weed, George decided to accept the girls' offer. He lay down on the tatami, letting himself be completely undressed and let himself go to the sensation of their hands running along his back. The touch was warm and enveloping, a caress that reawakened dormant sensations inside him and his member was aroused quite a bit. Little by little, the massage transformed into something more intense, more intimate. The girls, with their skill and their sweetness, made him turn around and took him on a journey of pleasure and relaxation, exploring every corner of his body with care and attention. It was as if he were floating in a state of pure bliss, wrapped in the sensual embrace of their hands. They undressed almost completely, revealing very small breasts at least according to the canons of the Englishman George Madsen.
And so, in that small massage center in Bangkok, while the girls' bodies, covered only by panties and small sarongs at the waist, oiled themselves and rubbed against him, George Madsen found an escape from reality, a moment of pleasure and liberation that transported him beyond the confines of his tormented mind. For a moment, all that mattered was the warmth of the girls' hands and the sweetness of the present moment. And in that moment of pure happiness, George finally felt at home, in the heart of Bangkok.