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In the dimly lit room, the scent of jasmine oil hangs heavy. The masseuse's hands, slick and firm, work their way down her client's body. She lingers at his thighs, her thumbs brushing the base of his cock, making him twitch. He's rock hard, aching for release. She smiles, her eyes meeting his in the mirror. She leans in, her breath hot on his ear, "How about I make this a happy ending?" Before he can respond, she's on her knees, taking him deep into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his tip, making him groan in delight.