"Ah, yes," Kiya murmured, her eyes fluttering closed as the soft candlelight danced across her skin. "Feel the energy flow through you as we begin this ancient journey of connection." She spoke in a gentle, lilting tone that seemed to resonate in the very air of the dimly lit room. The scent of sandalwood incense filled the space, mingling with the faint musk of arousal.

The young man on the bed, barely more than a boy, had responded to David's discreet ad on Viva Street. His eyes were wide and nervous, his heart pounding as he lay there, his cock already beginning to swell at the mere anticipation of what was to come. He had heard the whispers of Kiya's legendary talents, and now he was about to experience them firsthand.

Kiya's nimble fingers began to trace patterns on the young man's body, her movements both deliberate and mesmerizing. She leaned in close, her warm breath a soft caress against his skin as she whispered the sacred mantras that were part of the tantric ritual. Her breasts, not overly large but still ample and lush, brushed against him with each movement, sending shivers of excitement down his spine. The room was filled with the sweet sound of their combined breathing and the occasional crackle of the incense as it burned low.

As her hands glided over him, the client found himself succumbing to the seductive rhythms of the massage. His cock grew harder and more insistent, straining against the fabric of his pants as he felt the heat of her touch. When Kiya finally reached the waistband, her eyes locked onto his, filled with a knowing smile, and he nodded his consent. She unzipped him slowly, revealing his eager member. The moment her soft, warm hand wrapped around him, he let out a gasp of pleasure that seemed to echo through the room.

With the grace of a seasoned priestess, Kiya began the ancient art of yoni and lingam worship. She kissed the tip of his cock, her tongue flicking out to taste the bead of pre-cum that had formed. The young man's eyes rolled back in his head, and he moaned softly, his body arching off the bed. Her hand stroked him in time with her heartbeat, her mouth following the same tempo as she took him deeper into her mouth. The suction was gentle, almost worshipful, as she teased and tasted every inch of him.

The energy in the room grew more intense as David watched from the corner, his own arousal building as he saw the pleasure on his wife's face. He knew that soon, he would join in, licking the sweet creampies that filled her pussy after each session. But for now, he was content to observe, his hand idly stroking his own cock as he took in the erotic tableau before him.

With a grace that belied her 44 years, Kiya straddled the young man, her legs parting to reveal her slick, bare pussy. The sight of her, dressed in nothing but her lacy crotchless lingerie, was enough to make the boy's cock throb even more. She took him in her hand once again, guiding him to her wet entrance. He watched, wide-eyed, as the head of his cock disappeared inside her, the tight warmth of her body enveloping him.

Her hips began to rock, her movements slow and sensual, as she took him deeper. The young man could feel the heat of her core, her walls pulsing around his shaft as she worked herself up to a crescendo of pleasure. She moaned, the vibrations of her voice sending waves of pleasure through his body. His own orgasm was approaching, and he could feel his balls tightening in anticipation.

"Give in to the energy," Kiya whispered, her voice a siren's call. "Let it flow through you and into me."

The young man's hips bucked upward, eager to meet the rhythm she set, his inexperience only adding to the raw passion of the moment. He had never felt anything so intense, so overwhelming, as the feeling of her pussy gripping him, her juices coating him in a warm embrace. Kiya's eyes never left his, her gaze a silent invitation to lose himself in the pleasure she offered. His hands found her hips, his thumbs caressing the soft curve of her waist as he pulled her closer, burying himself to the hilt.

Her breath grew ragged, her breasts bouncing with each slow, deliberate thrust. Her hands roamed over her own body, teasing her nipples to hard peaks as she rode him. The tension grew, a coil of desire winding tighter with each stroke. The young man could feel the beginnings of his climax building deep in his gut, a pressure that demanded release. Kiya's cries grew louder, her movements more urgent, as she approached her own peak.

The moment was upon them, and with a final, guttural groan, he emptied himself into her, filling her with his hot, sticky seed. She threw her head back, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave, her pussy clenching around him as she took his offering. The room was filled with the sounds of their shared pleasure, the scent of sex and sandalwood a heady mix that seemed to intoxicate them both.

Kiya's body trembled with the aftershocks of her climax, and she collapsed onto the young man's chest, her breathing ragged. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as the energy between them pulsed and ebbed. The warmth of their bodies melded together, the proof of their union sticking to their skin as they lay there, lost in the aftermath of their shared release.

Her hand slid down to her pussy, fingers coated in their combined juices, and she began to massage herself gently. "Feel the creampie," she murmured, her voice a sultry invitation. "It's a part of the experience, a symbol of the life-giving energy we've shared." The young man's eyes went wide as she began to rub the head of his now-softening cock against her clit, spreading his cum around.

Kiya leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "You see, this is where the magic happens." She pushed him back down onto the bed, her own body still quivering with pleasure. "Now, let's show David how much you enjoyed his gift."

The young man looked over to where David was standing, his own cock hard and glistening in the candlelight. He swallowed, unsure of what was to come, but too lost in the sensations to protest. With a smirk, David approached the bed, his eyes hungrily taking in the sight of his wife's cum-filled pussy and the young man's spent member.

"You've done well," David said, his voice thick with lust. He climbed onto the bed, his own body a testament to the years of experience and pleasure he had shared with his wife. He positioned himself between Kiya's legs, his cock bobbing with anticipation as he leaned in to kiss her deeply. The young man watched, his curiosity piqued, as their tongues danced together in a dance of lust and desire.

David's hand slid down to the sticky mess between Kiya's thighs, and with a knowing smile, he began to lick her clean. His tongue was a soft, wet warmth that sent shivers through her body, his movements deliberate as he savored every drop of the young man's cum. The client watched, his cock twitching as David's tongue traced the path of their shared pleasure, cleaning her up with a dedication that was both erotic and surprisingly tender.

Kiya's hips rolled with each swipe of David's tongue, her breath hitching as he paid special attention to her clit. Despite her recent orgasm, she felt the beginnings of another building deep within her. David's eyes never left hers as he feasted on the evidence of their encounter, his own desire clear in the hunger of his gaze. The young man's cock grew hard once more as he watched, his hand moving to stroke himself lightly as he took in the scene unfolding before him.

With a final, lingering lick, David sat back on his haunches, a smear of cum on his chin that he casually wiped away with the back of his hand. He looked down at the young man, his expression one of both challenge and invitation. "It's not every day you get to experience a real Tantric creampie," he said, his voice a low purr. "But it's not just about receiving. It's about sharing, about connecting on a deeper level."

The young man's eyes were glazed with lust as he watched David position himself behind his wife. Kiya's legs were still spread wide, her pussy glistening with the combined fluids of both men. She looked up at her husband, a sultry smile playing on her lips as she reached back to guide his cock into her still-quivering hole. David slid in with ease, the evidence of the boy's virility acting as a lubricant for his own.

Her walls clenched around him, the warmth and wetness a testament to the pleasure she had just experienced. With every stroke, David could feel the remnants of the young man's essence, a delicious reminder of the act that had just transpired. The sensation was intoxicating, and he reveled in the knowledge that he was now part of the tapestry of Kiya's sexual conquests.

The boy watched, his hand still lazily pumping his own cock, as David began to move with the same slow, deliberate rhythm that Kiya had used on him. Her hips met David's thrusts eagerly, her breaths coming in shallow pants as she approached the precipice once more. Her eyes never left the young man's, a silent communication of shared pleasure that seemed to amplify the intensity of the moment.

David's strokes grew deeper, more forceful, as he claimed his wife's pussy once again. The heady mix of scents filled the room, a potent aphrodisiac that seemed to fuel their passion. He knew her body better than anyone, and with each movement, he coaxed another moan from her lips, each one a little louder, a little more desperate.

The young man watched in awe, his own cock standing at attention as he took in the erotic scene. He had never imagined that his first time would end with another man's cum inside her, but the sight was more arousing than he could have ever dreamed. His hand stroked himself in time with David's thrusts, his eyes locked onto the place where they were joined.

David's pace grew more insistent, his hips slamming into her as he approached his own climax. The bed rocked and creaked beneath them, the only sounds in the room the slap of skin and the moans of pleasure from both of them. Kiya's body was a symphony of sensation, each movement a crescendo of passion that resonated through her.

With a final, powerful thrust, David let out a roar of triumph, filling her pussy to the brim with his hot cum. He collapsed onto her, his weight pressing her into the bed as his cock pulsed inside her, leaving no part of her untouched by the creampie. The young man watched, his own hand moving faster now, as he felt the pressure build in his balls.

Kiya looked over her shoulder at her husband, a look of pure satisfaction in her eyes. "Your turn," she whispered, her voice hoarse from her cries of pleasure.

The young man took a deep breath, his cock still rock-hard as he moved to take David's place. He slid into her with ease, the slickness of their combined juices making each inch of his shaft glide smoothly into her welcoming warmth. He let out a low moan as he felt the tightness of her pussy, filled with the remnants of his own seed and David's potent offering. It was a sensation unlike any he had ever known, and it sent shockwaves of pleasure through him.

Kiya's eyes never left the boy's as he began to thrust, her hips rising to meet him in a silent invitation to claim her once more. Her hands found his ass, her nails digging in slightly as she urged him deeper, her walls contracting around him in a way that spoke of a hunger not yet fully sated. The room was a cocoon of pleasure, the only sounds their gasps and groans as they moved together in a rhythm that seemed as old as time itself.

The young man's inexperience showed as he pumped into her, his hips jerking with the urgency of a newcomer to the dance of desire. His breath came in ragged gasps, his eyes glazed with lust as he felt himself nearing the peak. He had never felt so alive, so connected to another human being in this most primal of ways. And as he reached the zenith, his cock pulsed and spurted, filling her up with his seed. It was a moment of pure, unbridled passion, a culmination of all the longing and need that had led him here.

Kiya's eyes remained on the young man's face, watching the play of emotions as he climaxed. Her own pleasure was secondary to the joy of guiding him through this rite of passage. She felt his cock twitch and pulse inside her, his cum mixing with David's in a heady concoction that made her own orgasm that much more intense. She clenched around him, her pussy milking every last drop from his eager body. With a final, shuddering gasp, he pulled out, his cum glistening on her inner thighs.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. "Your energy has been a delight."

With trembling legs, the young man climbed off the bed, his cock still glistening from their encounter. He watched, dazed, as David leaned in to kiss Kiya, the two of them sharing a moment of intimate connection that seemed to transcend the physical. His mind raced with the intensity of the experience, trying to process the whirlwind of emotions and sensations that had just overwhelmed him.

"You may clean up now," David said, his voice a gentle command that snapped the boy out of his reverie. He nodded, his cheeks flushing as he moved towards the en-suite bathroom, his legs feeling like jelly. As he stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over his body, he couldn't help but feel a sense of loss mingling with the lingering euphoria. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the scent of their mingled arousal clinging to his skin.

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