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Unbeknownst to Min Galilea, her innocent massage takes a tantalizing turn. Emmanuel Lustin, her skilled masseur, expertly works her tense muscles, his touch igniting a fire within her. As he tenderly caresses her feet, she feels a warmth spreading through her, reaching her core. His hands glide up her legs, and she gasps as he reaches her inner thighs. She tenses, but his soothing voice and gentle strokes calm her. He moves to her front, his fingers dancing on her stomach, then tracing the curve of her breasts. Her heart races as he leans in close, his breath hot on her ear. "Relax, Min," he whispers, his hands now on her hips, pulling her towards his hardness. She moans softly as he grinds against her, his fingers finding her wetness, her clit throbbing under his touch. He teases her, his fingers sliding in and out, his thumb circling her bud. She arches her back, her breath coming in short gasps. He leans down, his tongue replacing his fingers, licking her, tasting her. She cries out, her orgasm crashing over her, her body convulsing with pleasure.