Steph sat still on a small wooden chair. Damian's hands were placed on her shoulders, the thumbs massaging her tense skin. She wore a purple vest and tight jeans. He wore a red t-shirt and a loose pair of shorts.

When Damian had offered her a massage, Stephanie had been dubious at first, but crime-fighting was a rough line of work and she could do with a good massage, so he'd eventually persuaded her. Now, she was glad he had because the ways his digits were working on her neck and shoulders was divine.

Her skin was smooth and lightly tanned. Damian was smiling behind her back as his palm pushed forwards on her skin. It was time for the next stage of his plan. He stopped the massage. "What are you doing?" Steph asked, her voice barely a whisper. "This could be more effective for you if we did it properly. I mean, if you were lying down," Damian answered confidently. Steph paused, considering this for a moment. "Okay Dami," she agreed.

She stood up and Damian kicked the chair away. "Shirt off then," he ordered. Steph raised an eyebrow but nonetheless peeled off the vest, revealing an equally purple bra. Then she lay down on the floor, chest down. She felt Damian's legs come down on either side of her as he straddled her hips.

Steph breathed out as the massage resumed. His soft experienced hands worked her flesh hard, rubbing the bottom of her neck with force. This time however, he didn't just stick to neck and shoulders and so Steph's whole back got the same treatment. His warm rushing hands travelled along her spine, soothing all her skin he could touch.

Damian felt a smirk grow on his face as he watched her now heavier breathing while he massaged her. Her skin was like bread dough, he was kneading with precision. She was like putty in his hands. Soft, almost silent moans were trembling for her lips, and Damian knew that she was his.

He pinged her bra to see if it would get a reaction, whether it would raise her from the trance he'd set her into. It didn't. With a sly grin, he slipped his hand underneath the strap of her bra and rubbed the small strip of skin he'd been unable to reach before. The blonde continued to moan.

He flipped her onto her back and his hands travelled around her body to her chest, remaining within her bra. The movement ended with her modest rack gripped in his warm palms. Her breasts were heaving with each breath she took and there was a look of surprise on her face. Then he started to pump her boobs and rub the ends of her tits with his thumbs and her eyes flickered shut and the volume and pitch of her moans rose.

Steph offered no resistance as he rubbed and worked her tits, in fact her body was crying out for it. Damian harshly pumped each firm breast up and down on her chest in turn, with vigour. It was with such force that her bra ripped apart. She moaned even louder when his tongue breezed over her nipples. Then he released her boobies,

She felt his hands sliding down her back again and this time disappearing beneath her jeans. They seized a cheek of her butt each and pushed her hips up towards his as he engulfed her mouth in a kiss. His lips pushed hers apart and his tongue darted inside her mouth, searching her throat. His hands squeezed her ass tightly, the soft flesh filling his hands.

Then he pulled back from the kiss. He laid a simple peck on the ridge of her nose then he sat back, his arms retreated from her rear as he did so. He let her lie there for a few seconds, simply breathing. Her eyes had opened, filled with lust. "Damian..." she murmured, but she didn't know what else to say. He pressed a finger to her lips to silence her, then he leaned in again.

His fingers poked at the rough blue fabric of her jeans, and he gave her a gentle rub, evoking a hard moan. He smirked again, and pressed his thumb down on her crotch. She was a moaning mess as he toyed with the damp crotch of her jeans.

There was a quick quiet sound as Damian eased down the zip of her jeans. Then he undid the button at the top. Suddenly he yanked down her tight blue jeans. Steph was laughing but she didn't know why. Perhaps it was the way that he kept pulling on her jeans sharply but they kept getting caught on a new part of her slowly revealing, perfectly smooth legs. He lifted her legs into arches then took great time and care to trace his soft fingers along them. A tingling feeling shot through her thighs.

Damian could have spent days exploring the forest of thighs and calves, simply rubbing those perfect legs, but her underwear was calling to him and he was sure he could make her moan louder. He pinched her knickers and rolled them away.

His mouth latched onto her right breast and his thumb rested against her clit. Stephanie whimpered in his grasp. Damian could see she was ready so he dropped her tit and positioned himself. Two fingers slid inside her vagina. They started to thrust back and forth.

The deep fingering made Steph moan and groan and wail with a higher intensity than at any point before. She trembled beneath him as he pumped his fingers in and out. Each time they brushed against her clit she wailed out in desperation. Stephanie's tangled yellow hair was splayed across the ground and Damian was having great fun gathering it strand by strand into his free hand. Once he had it all, he gave it a light tug. She moaned louder. Satisfied, Damian pulled on her hair harder as he fingered her.

Then it stopped, and for just a second, Steph was left as a heap on the floor, panting for breath. Then his lips were clamped onto the walls of her vagina. His tongue entered her pussy, licking and sucking at her clit. Stephanie's hands finally made a move of their own, coming down on the back of Damian's head, knotting themselves into his short black hair, and holding him against her groin.

Damian's hands retaliated by snaking around her body until they found her ass again. Her legs were spread apart and lifted over his shoulders. Damian groped her ass roughly, and a short sharp spank caused her whole body to shudder. His tongue was overwhelming and Steph hadn't been sure how long she would be able to last, but now that the spanking had started it was clear to her that she wasn't going to last another minute.

As another slap made contact with her rear, Stephanie gulped and moaned out as loud as she could. Damian felt an increased wetness at her vagina and knew her orgasm had arrived. A proud smile planted itself on his face. Steph lay beneath him and a smirk arrived when his face appeared above hers. "Did I get all of those tense muscles?" Damian asked.

Steph pushed him off her and dragged him to the earlier discarded chair. Damian landed on the seat with a crash. The naked blonde leaned towards him. "Shirt off then," she ordered, and as Damian rolled off his red t-shirt, she knew he had his own 'massage' coming.