A petite teen, her body barely legal, lies face down on the massage table, her skin glowing under the soft lights. The masseuse, a handsome man with a secret kink for teens, begins his work, his hands firm and practiced. He starts with her back, his fingers tracing her spine, her body relaxing into his touch. Then he moves to her legs, his hands massaging her calves, her thighs, his thumbs brushing dangerously close to her center. She squirms, her breath coming in short gasps, her body betraying her innocence. He leans in, his voice low, "You like that, don't you, little one?" She nods, her face buried in the face cradle, her body on fire. He smirks, knowing he's got her right where he wants her. He continues, his hands never straying too far from her heat, drawing out her pleasure, teasing her, until she's begging for release.