Erotic massage

Published on 10..2022 in the category Horny sex stories Note: All text, actions & people on this site are fictional and fictitious and submitted by our readers. They are not intended to be used for any form of illegal activity. The decisionI was in Berlin at a congress. In the evening we were invited to dinner by the organizer. It was nice to eat with the other participants and have lively conversations about technology and its impact on society. When the first group got up from the table, I took the opportunity and went back to the hotel with them, since I was still comfortably masturbating and taking my time wanted to leave it there in order to view or read as much erotic material as possible.

On business trips I had often toyed with the idea of ​​going to a brothel for a change. But out of consideration for my wife, whom I love very much and would disappoint, I only looked at what was on offer in the area on the internet. It always stimulated me to play with the idea. Before my marriage I had visited a brothel from time to time and always found it arousing to choose one of the girls who presented themselves and then fuck them.

Looking at her, looking at her feminine charms and considering whether I wanted her naked in bed, had a great appeal. The night before I had looked for brothels in the area and caught a glimpse of erotic massage studios. I had looked at such offers a few times in the past, but never really liked them from the descriptions. But I was curious and so, as I had done a few times in the past, I made a bet with myself that I would accept such an offer that evening if it was no more than 1.5 km away, which I did could easily be reached on foot.

Arrived at the hotel, I undressed and lay down on the bed. So I searched for tantra massages in the area and had quite a few hits. The next was 300 meters away. I wasn't expecting an offer so close. The description didn't sound bad. After a ritual conversation, the masseuse massages the customer naked and the massage ends with a lingam massage, which means that the intimate area is intensively included in the massage.

I knew what that meant. The masseuse would massage my cock until I came. It sounded like I could take that as some kind of compromise between my will to be faithful “in principle” and an erotic adventure to enjoy, to be. I knew my better half would see it differently, but that's how I saw it, and I bet myself I wouldn't find anything. But I had found an offer and, despite a slight guilty conscience, I wanted to stand by my bet.

I know, bad excuse. But there was still hope that it wouldn't work. And so it was. I called, my heart pounding, letting it ring longer until a female answering machine voice informed me that the masseuse was probably busy with a client and I should call later. I thought maybe I should try that, even though it was quite late. From my initial courage to have called such an address, I looked at other hits in the area on Google Maps.

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There was another studio 390 meters away. The information about it indicated that it was already closed. I looked at the description but I didn't like it. It said that you are not allowed to touch the girls and that touching them will lead to termination. I found that a bit bitchy for a nude massage. In addition, the prices were with 150€ for 60 Minutes quite high. So I looked further and found another one 1.5 km away.

That was my limit distance. I gathered my courage and called. Unfortunately, or thank God, no one answered the phone. I was about to stop when I saw another offer 1.9 km away directly behind the last viewed entry in the hit list. The salon was called Sensual Massage and promised relaxed tantra massage. Actually a distance that can be reached on foot. Only that the salon in 35 Minutes closed. I didn't expect that a visit would work out.

The girls and the description looked very promising. I gathered my courage and called. A young woman with sensual massages answered right away. In the excitement I said my true name and calmed myself down after realizing that the person opposite wasn't interested in the name anyway. I asked, “I would be interested in getting a massage from you. But I suppose it's already too late today as they close in just over half an hour and it takes me almost that long to get to you.”

I expected confirmation that it was too late and that fate would decide for me. To my amazement, I got the answer: “It's not a problem. There are still several girls present. You can come and pick one.” I couldn't believe my ears and asked: “But I can't wait until

It's no problem if you come now”, she answered me. Now I didn't want to be a wimp who backed down. So I wanted to know if I could get my erotic fantasies fulfilled. “And the massage ends with me ejaculating?”. “Yes, the girl will massage your genitals until you cum ​​” she assured me. I briefly considered whether I should also ask my other fantasy. “And I can touch the girls anywhere and they're completely naked?”.

“Yes, you can touch the girls anywhere”. I was floored because I read most of the descriptions from the other studios that it was rejected. “Even on the vagina?” I wanted to know exactly. “Yes, you can touch the girls at any time, even on the vagina”. I was speechless, if only for 3 seconds, because I had to make a quick decision. I had finally found a salon within walking distance that was open and that fulfilled all my wishes.

I was weighing whether I would feel guilty about my significant other or if I would forgive myself for such a great offer for acceptable 100€ for 60 Minutes of sensual massage. I decided to be consistent and said, “I'll go right away. See you soon”. “See you soon,” she said. “We are waiting for you”. That ended the conversation and I was perplexed that I had made the appointment. Now I had to go through and see it through.

It could also be very nice. So I got dressed quickly, stuffed a pair of clean underpants, stockings and a T-shirt into my coat pocket, Since I didn't want to put these things back on after the shower, I grabbed my tablet with the address of the Sensual Massage Salon and left the room. The salonI started routing on the tablet to find the quickest route to the salon and arrive no later than necessary.

In the lobby I met another conference participant and we exchanged a few greetings as I walked past him to the exit. Did he suspect something I was up to? If so, it didn't matter. It was none of his business and there were many options, which is why I left the hotel. The next day, over coffee, I mentioned that I had taken a walk through Berlin at night with the Christmas lights on the trees.

Which wasn't a lie. I followed the directions and walked the almost 2 km across the wide, cobbled sidewalks and avenues to my destination. After almost endless roads, the navigation system said that there was only 40 meters. Then I came around the corner and saw on the screen that the target marker was not on the pavement but a little way off. So it had to be in one of the backyards. I went into the first backyard, but a look at the GPS showed that it had to be one backyard down.

So, heart pounding by now, because I would be right there and it would be too late to retreat, I moved on. I walked past a few more dark house entrances until I came back to a doorway that led to a backyard. I looked around and wondered which door in the backyard was the right one. To my right was a gray door. I went there, but it didn't look like the entrance to a massage parlor.

So I went deeper into the yard and because of the darkness I couldn't see much. There were other entrances, but which one was it. I decided to go to the end. At the end of the yard there was a short stone staircase to one of the old high houses and next to the door hung a dark red sign with golden letters on it: “Sensual Massagen”. Excited that I was there and that I was about to get serious about my project, I walked up the stone steps and opened the large, medium-brown wooden door.

I came into a typical Berlin house entrance, which led straight ahead to a large apartment door and up a wooden staircase to my right. I didn't have to climb the stairs because just ahead next to the door there was another dark red sign with gold letters. I walked the few steps to the door and pressed the button on the gold doorbell. Inside I heard a gong and shortly thereafter a woman came from about 35 years with blond hair and invited me in.

“Come in. Right this way”. She led me to the right and then again the first door on the left into a room. I heard from several female voices that the masseuses' lounge was straight ahead of the front door. I was ushered into a room painted pale purple and dominated by a large, red-trimmed loft bed that reached to my hips. To get up there, there was a three-step red wooden staircase in front of it. To the left of it was a simple armchair.

To the right of the door was a beige colored shower with a rain shower head but no shower screen and I was wondering how they managed to keep the water from splashing onto the beige velor carpet. In front of the small window with blue blinds at the end of the room was a small, low white chest of drawers, on which stood some massage articles and a small statue of Buddha. The girls“I'll send you 3 girls in a moment. Make yourself comfortable”, she said to me and wanted to leave me.

I wanted to reassure myself that our telephone arrangement was in place. “And I can touch the girls everywhere?”. “Of course,” she assured me. “Also on her breasts and her vagina? I wanted to know exactly. “Yes, also on the vagina and the breasts”. “And I also get a orgasm at the end?” I wanted to be confirmed. “Yes, the girl will massage you until you reach orgasm”. “Thanks,” I said and she left. I looked around the room again and thought about what I should do here alone.

My heart was beating very fast because now I was about to choose the girl to massage my cock. I was curious to see what the girls would look like and which ones I would like. When choosing, it would be important to find the right one that I would like personally and physically. The physical was important to get in the mood to cum on a strange woman. I sat down on the high edge of the bed and looked expectantly at the white door.

Then I heard the clatter of high heels in the hallway. The door opened and a young woman came into the room, who only went up to my chest. She had long, straight black hair that reached to her breasts. Wearing only a mesh bodysuit with nothing underneath, she briefly said, “Hello.” I also say, “Hello,” and looked at her. Her breasts were quite good, about a C size, and I tried to make out her shaved vagina.

This was completely crushed by the coarse mesh of the body and you could not see it well. Before I could say anything, she opened the door and was gone again. It doesn't matter, the next one came right into the room on her high heels. She was significantly taller and only half a head shorter than me. She had slightly wavy black hair and was wearing a thin black patterned robe that she had left open. She was naked underneath, so I could see everything clearly.

She had full breasts that were not too large, an Eastern European face, a shaved vagina closed in a cleft and was well proportioned. She also said “Hello”, turned in front of me and left the room again. Now I was excited for number three. With a clatter in the hallway, the third girl came in. She was blonde, thin with correspondingly small breasts, and wore a colorful mix of lace underwear. She had a pretty face, but I didn't have enough curves in her and I knew I'd choose one of the others.

After exchanging greetings, I wanted to tell her to send the first candidate again because I hadn't seen enough of her vagina. Finally, I wanted to see what I would pay for. “Can you send me the first one again?”. She looked at me questioningly. “Please, can you send the first girl?” I tried English. “Yes,” she said and left the room. Shortly thereafter, girl number two came and presented her to me again naked with her black dressing gown open.

Obviously she didn't understand me. “Do want me?” she asked me and I answered. “No, I want to see the first girl which was here before you”. “Ok,” she said and left. I thought the little one would come in a mesh bodysuit. But the blonde came in again, whom I had already excluded for myself. I thought about what to do next. Ask again for the first one and risk the wrong person coming again and the girls then react annoyed.

That would certainly have a negative effect on motivation during the massage. So I just said. “I want to have th girl which was here before you. These with the black coat”. “Ok,” she said and left. The black haired masseuse I heard heels again and in came the tall girl in the dressing gown. “You want me?” she asked me and I hastened to answer “Yes, I want you”. “Please, can I have the money?” she asked and I said, “Yes.

150€ for one hour, correct?“. “Yes”. I wanted to double check before I pay if she was aware of the agreement I had with the receptionist. “And I can touch you everywhere? On your tits and on your vagina, too?”. “Yes, you can touch me everywhere”. I could tell that her English wasn't that great either. But she must have gotten the point. “And you bring me to my orgasm,” I finally wanted to state.

“Yes,” was her short reply. I took two out of my purse 50€ bills and gave them to her. She took them and walked to the door without telling me how to proceed. “Shall I undress?” I asked her therefore. “Yes,” was her short answer again and she left the room. I undressed and put my things on the chair by the door. She came back in as I took off my panties and swung out my semi-hard cock.

She glanced at it. “Can I have a shower, before?” I asked, pointing to the open shower. “Yes, yes,” she answered and went to the low chest of drawers. I went to the shower, turned it on and adjusted the heat. She came back with a towel which she put down for me. Then she went back to the dresser, fiddled around in it and put on some pleasant relaxing music. Meanwhile, I took a shower under the rain shower and lathered myself thoroughly.

I lathered my penis and anus very thoroughly so that everything would smell nice when she touched me there. Meanwhile, I saw her throw off her robe so that she was now completely naked. She got off the high heels and got felt 10 Centimeters smaller, they were that high. Then she climbed onto the bed with her back to me, spread a towel on the bed and placed a bottle of clear massage oil next to it.

She leaned forward and I hoped to be able to see her crack. But unfortunately I couldn't see anything apart from her well-rounded bare bottom. I made up my mind to make up for it. I finished my shower. A few splashes of water had splattered onto the velor carpet, but not too many. In the meantime, the girl had sat patiently waiting on the bed with her back to me on her knees, so that I could admire her beautiful back while showering, which merged into her wide pelvis in a curved line.

I dried myself off with the towel that she had put on the chair next to the shower and went to her with a swinging penis that was already quite large but not quite stiff. She saw me coming and turned to me. “It's the first time that I get a tantra massage,” I explained to her. “You must tell me what I have to do”. She looked at me as if she didn't understand and I repeated what I said.

“Yes,” she said simply and I still wasn't sure if she understood. I left it at that and crawled onto the bed with her. “Lay down,” she asked me. I had only seen her from behind the whole time and wanted to take a good look at her before the massage. Even if I didn't want to fuck her, I wanted to enjoy her well-rounded feminine body. And I also wanted to test whether I was really allowed to touch her everywhere or whether she would back off.

So I said to her: “First, I want to see your body”. “Ok,” she said and we knelt in front of each other on the bed. I held my hand in front of her bare breasts. “May I touch?” I asked her and she said “Yes”. So far it was true. I grabbed her soft breasts, which were about twice the volume of my hands. Her nipples hardened as I gently ran my fingers over them. I let go of her left breast, continued to walk her right breast with my arm stretched and bent down at the height of her pelvis.

I wanted to see her vagina. I liked what I saw. She had plump outer labia that fully covered the inner ones. The slit ran from front to back between her plump thighs. After taking a good look at everything, I got up again, but kept my left hand down. Again I asked “can I touch your vagina?”. Now I was curious if I could do that too. “Yes,” she almost breathed and I was happy that my expectations were met.

I wanted to reach out to sexually arouse her too. The massage would certainly be better with an aroused masseuse. So I reached out and touched the bulges of her vagina. I felt the smooth skin of her thoroughly shaved vagina on my fingertips and gently ran my fingertips along the bulges. She looked at me and grabbed my semi-erect cock. With light movements she went up and down with closed hand. Immediately he went from semi-rigid to fully rigid and stood upright between us.

She continued to jerk him and he kept tapping her bare abdomen. Meanwhile I ran my middle finger very lightly over her slit. Almost inaudibly she moaned comfortably. I went up and down a few more times, then increased the pressure so my middle finger parted her labia. I had the impression that my caresses had made her slightly wet. Warm, tender flesh surrounded my fingers on the right and left and I felt the small inner labia and the opening in the back of her vagina, which led deeper into her.

She had small inner labia. While she was sliding my foreskin back and forth over my glans and I was massaging her left breast with my right hand, rubbing her nipple over and over again, I was rubbing the bottom of her vagina with my middle finger. I could feel her tight opening, the small bulge in the transition to her urethra, the small opening of her urethra and finally the distinct bump of her clit. I massaged it with small circular movements, which caused her to moan more audibly.

To get her in the right mood, continuing to massage her vagina and chest, I leaned in and kissed the right side of her neck. Our naked bodies touched and I noticed how she enjoyed it. Her moans grew louder and my finger got wet in her crotch. I circled my finger around her opening, went up, circled over her clit and went down again. I caressed her for what felt like 5 minutes before deciding to stop and give her the opportunity for the massage.

The massage I broke away from her and she let go of my stiff cock because she had waxed absent-mindedly. “Shall I lay down?” I asked and she just said “Yes” again. She couldn't be more precise. So I asked, “on the belly or on the back?”. “On the belly,” she replied, and I lay down on my stomach on the dark brown, full-length towel. I felt the rough surface of the terry cloth and my stiff cock pressed against the mattress against my abdomen.

I spread my legs in a slight V so she could get a good grip on my crotch and balls. She took the clear bottle with the massage oil and put a big portion on her hands. She had to bend over me to reach for the bottle and I could see her slit between her ample buttocks in the wide mirror next to the bed. My efforts had borne fruit. The tips of her inner labia protruded slightly from the slit.

She was excited. When she was kneeling next to me and spreading the fragrant massage oil on my back, I turned my palms up and pushed them under her thighs with a little pressure until my fingertips were under her vagina. I wanted to keep her aroused. Her hands ran up and down my back, spreading the oil and massaging my back muscles. I bent my fingertips up and could feel her slit. I could tease her labia by moving my fingers back and forth a little.

She allowed it without comment and began to massage the muscles directly to the right of my spine with small circular movements from the buttocks up. Do that well. Although I tensed my muscles against the pressure, I found this massage grip very relaxing. Again and again she repeated these circular movements from the buttocks up to the neck. I worked on her cunt for about 7 more minutes until I gave up and decided to just enjoy the massage.

If I would lie on my back later, I would be able to work on her cunt better. Now I just enjoyed. At first I looked at her naked body in the mirror with her breasts hanging down, but then I closed my eyes and enjoyed the massage. Again and again she made the circular movements and stroked her back with firm pressure from bottom to top. Sometimes inside, sometimes further outside, but always only on my right side.

After what felt like twenty minutes, which I thoroughly enjoyed, I worried that she would only massage my right side. But after a few more minutes, she got on her knees, moved her left thigh over my back, then her right, and finally sat on my left side. There she repeated the circular movements and also the stroking over it on my left side. Again and again she took the oil and extended the massage to my buttocks, my thighs and my calves down to my heels.

She left out the soles of her feet, but the massage of my legs was very pleasant. After 6 minutes of leg massage, she suddenly spread the oil on her expansive bottom, swung over me on her feet and arms and lowered her buttocks onto my back. Then she moved it with light pressure over my back. I watched her in the mirror and touching her soft bottom was very pleasant and erotic. But when she then slid lower with her bottom and her left buttock slipped through the groove of my buttocks and pushed them apart, I felt an erotic tingling in my whole body, which was reflected very intensely by my stiff cock below me.

She didn't stop at my buttocks, but ran her buttocks down my left thigh, right and left, to my heels and back. It was like being in seventh heaven and the tingling became more and more intense. It ran from my thighs back down my back, over my right buttock and down my right leg. Again this intense tingling and I wondered if I might ejaculate while lying on my stomach, which I didn't want to do.

But the feeling was just heavenly and she kept going, sometimes the right side, sometimes the left. When I was already highly erotic, she climbed down from me. The Lingam MassageSince it didn't do anything, I asked “turn?” after I had recovered my composure. “Yes” she said and I was quite curious to see how things would continue. Eventually this part would end with the lingam massage and my orgasm. The only pity I found about the first part was that she hadn't massaged my perineum and testicles.

But now I had a great view of her naked upper body with the two beautiful breasts. And my hands now had full mobility again. She again gave plenty of oil in her hand and spread it over my upper body. Then she took plenty of oil again and spread it on my stomach. From there she worked her way deeper, oiling my pudenda hair and I was really looking forward to her touching my genital area. Her soft, oily fingers gripped my erect penis, spreading the slick oil up and down the shaft.

At the glans, she made circular movements with her palms, which sent pleasant shivers down my freshly massaged back. After my penis was well oiled, she turned her attention to my long sagging shaved scrotum, making my balls dance up and down while she oiled the soft wrinkled skin well. Then she continued with the insides of my thighs and oiled both legs thoroughly. She ran her flat hands over my upper body again and I enjoyed the sight of her breasts hanging in front of me.

Then she got up, took out the bottle and a portion of oil and started oiling her stomach. I didn't want to miss the opportunity. I jumped up and asked: “can I oel you?”. “Yes,” was her simple answer again. I took the bottle from her and took a gulp of the oil, spreading it between my palms and approaching the waiting pretty naked girl kneeling on the bed in front of me.

I put my hands under her breasts and spread the oil on her soft belly with circular movements. When this was oily, my hands wandered higher and cupped her soft breasts. I massaged them thoroughly with oil and surrounded their hard, stiff nipples with three fingers, which I let circle slightly. With that I brought her out of her mute pose. She moaned lightly. After I had oiled her breasts a little longer than necessary, I took some more oil and rubbed her breast above her tits up to her shoulders.

Then I took oil again and lowered my arm into her crotch. I felt her vulva with oily fingers and rubbed from front to back and back again and again and oiled the most womanly of all her places thoroughly. I could tell she was enjoying it as I felt her lower herself into my hand to determine the pressure of my fingers. Finally, I ran my oily fingers down the insides of her ample thighs and finally oiled the outsides up to her wide hips.

Finally, unfortunately, there was nothing more to oil her and I lay back on my back to hand her the reins of action again. She slid lower and sat between my thighs, which she pushed apart. She bent down until her tits were against my inner thighs. Then she pushed herself up with her chest down until my stiff cock lay between her soft breasts. My hard cock lay between her breasts on her sternum and I felt the horny movement.

The hard nipples slid down my thighs and then over the hollows of my pelvis, which I found really aroused. Even hotter feelings gave me my cock, which drove up and down between her firm breasts again and again. To intensify the feeling, I grabbed her breasts from the outside with my hands and pressed them together while sliding up and down. Now I also felt a little soft tightness around my stiff cock. She kept jerking up and down and all of a sudden she didn't stop when my glans was pinched between her breasts, but continued to ramble up until her naked body was completely on top of me and surprised me by biting my right earlobe tenderly.

A thrill of excitement ran in waves through my highly aroused body and the soft weight of her naked slippery body on mine felt very good. At that moment I could even have imagined having sex with her. I grabbed her buttocks with both hands and so our bodies slid over each other several times. A great feeling and I felt on her hard nipples on my chest that she was also very excited. Then she slid back down between my legs and one last time my cock went between her breasts until she was kneeling between my spread legs.

She grabbed my stiff cock and pulled him towards her until it stretched straight up. With a closed fist, she drove up and down my shaft and made circular movements with her fist around the glans. Needless to say, I was excited to the max. With the other hand she took my testicles and massaged them in her closed hand as if to find out how much sperm was waiting for her inside.

Tenderly she kneaded my scrotum while she jerked my shaft. It was too exhausting for her to be bent over with sagging breasts, because without letting go of my cock she switched to the right and sat next to me. Before she lowered her broad buttocks, I made sure my hand quickly settled under her soft buttocks. I grabbed her vulva and ran my finger up and down the crevice. She massaged my cock with both hands.

I could feel her getting wetter and her inner labia swelling. With my left hand I reached up to her left breast and massaged it. In particular, I twisted her stiff nipples between my fingertips and carefully pulled them a little long from time to time. Since I noticed how excited she was, I asked her, “can I put my finger into you?”. “No,” she said, and I refrained, although I would have liked to explore her soft tightness with my finger and bring her to orgasm.

Holding the soft breast in one hand, her vulva in the other and having her cock massaged intensively at the same time was like being on cloud nine. Again and again she massaged my testicles. First gently and after a while more and more intense and demanding, as if to ask her to finally release her sperm. But despite an intensive cock massage, it was enough for a great pull in the genital area, but not for the last stretch to the peak of orgasm. She wanked me already good 10 minutes intense and I decided to try harder and focus on my lust to finally come.

So I pulled my hand out from under her, hugged her wide buttocks and pressed her thighs to my pelvis with my arm. I left my other hand on her chest and continued to knead it. To further increase my pleasure, I lifted my buttocks a little to build muscle tension like thrusting. The masseuse masturbated intensely with both hands. With her right hand she massaged my glans and pressed it again and again between thumb and hand, with the other she jerked my shaft with strong pressure.

From time to time she kneaded the testicles to increase the tension there. I pushed my pelvis into her closed hand again and again and finally I noticed how I was getting closer and closer to my orgasm. I let her feel it by kneading her breast more intensively according to my desire. And finally the time had come and I passed the point-of-no-return. The orgasm could not be stopped. I raised my pelvis a little higher with the erect stiff cock and my sperm shot into my cock and squirted out with a small fountain between her enclosing fist and slapped it down again from above.

I didn't see the further ejaculation surges because I let my head, which had been directed at what was happening up to then, sink and enjoyed the spasmodic twitching in my pelvis. My hand had clenched around her left breast during the orgasm. Now, moaning loudly and gasping for air, I released her and my pelvis fell back onto the mattress. She stroked my shaft a few times with very light pressure, spreading my white cum all over it, before leaning forward and grabbing the roll of kitchen towels.

While I lay exhaustedly flat and stared at the blanket exhaustedly, she ripped off a cloth and rubbed my cock from the cum. Then she took a second towel and I felt her rubbing my cum out of my pubic hair in my pelvis. Finally she wiped the semen from my scrotum and thighs and wiped the remains off my penis one last time. She also didn't forget to squeeze the remains of sperm out of the urethra before she finally cleaned him.

Then she took another cloth and wiped my sperm from her hands. After that she got up and walked out of the room naked as she was. The massage was over and I got up a little out of breath and went to the shower. My body was shiny from the massage oil and I tempered the water. I lathered myself thoroughly to get rid of the oil. But even when I was done, the skin was still very soft from the oil.

I took the new underwear, stockings and t-shirt out of my coat pocket and got dressed again. The receptionist came and escorted me out. When she asked how it had been, I complimented my masseuse and left the old building. On the long way to the hotel I felt how relaxed my body was from the massage. But what surprised me the most was the feeling in my genital area. Normally, after an orgasm, there was more of a dull feeling that called for regeneration.

After the intensive massage I felt a violent tingling all around. I felt it in my thighs, pelvis, cock, but especially my balls. Arrived at the hotel, I undressed, thinking about the great massage and the horny girl, and jerked off again before falling asleep, exhausted and happy. Needless to say, I had very intense erotic dreams that night.

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