The Spa Part 3 (Patreon)

You close your eyes and focus on the kiss. You return it with all your might, your hand moving to the back of Valentina’s head. She moans softly and stops rubbing your body. You both are focused on the soft and passionate kiss.

A few moments later, Valentina breaks the kiss and climbs on top of you. It isn’t long before you two are making love on the table. You both are powerless to stop your insatiable lust for each other.

Your collective moans are enough to echo throughout the walls of the small spa. Valentina’s pussy grips your hard cock looks a vice, she’s the one in charge. Her soft lips manage to make you melt and you wrap your arms around her, licking her into a hardcore fucking session.

Your moans become louder as they crescendo into orgasm after orgasm. You soon feel a buildup in your crotch. You’re about to cum. “I’m gonna…cum soon…” you grunt. Valentina doesn’t hear you, she’s too busy pleasuring herself with your member. You close your eyes again as you finally explode inside Valentina’s cunt.

As you bathe in the afterglow, Valentina gets off of you and tries to clean herself. “How am I gonna change back now?” she asks to herself. You can barely make it out but you manage to hear “change back”. “What do you mean by change back?” you ask her.

She sighs and turns back to you. “I’m not Valentina, or at least I wasn’t until you came inside me. I’m…well, I was your father,” she says rather timidly. You scoff, there’s no way that your father just magically turned into this perfect woman and had sex with you. “The secretary was me too. That’s why she didn’t come back. I was the one that gave you the flyer. I just wanted to have a little fun and now…fuck!” She runs off screaming and crying.

After getting dressed, you walk out and try to find her. You find her in the restroom, sobbing her eyes out next to a toilet. You kneel down and take her hand in yours. Hers is ice cold to the touch, almost freezing your hand if it could. You look deep into her eyes and wipe away her tears. You lean in and your lips meet once again. She melts into the kiss, returning it as her hand becomes warm.

“It’s gonna be alright,” you whisper. “I love you,” she whispers in response. “I love you too,” you say, holding her close to you.