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In the dimly lit room, the scent of oil and desire fills the air. A skilled masseuse, her hands slippery and warm, works her client's body, her touch firm yet sensual. As she reaches his thighs, she feels the tension, the hardness. She smirks, her eyes meeting his in the mirror. She leans in, her breath hot on his ear, "Would you like me to make you feel even better?" He nods, his voice barely a whisper. She stands, her robe falling open to reveal her naked body. She straddles him, her hands guiding his cock to her mouth. She takes him deep, her head bobbing, her tongue flicking against the sensitive spot under the head. She can feel him swell, his hips rising off the table. She reads him perfectly, her mouth a warm, wet haven, until he explodes, his body tensing, his cock pulsing as he fills her mouth.