Lost in a world of her own, a young teen dreams of a massage unlike any other. She's on the table, her body relaxed, her mind wandering. The therapist's hands are magic, his touch igniting every nerve ending. He works his way down her back, his hands massaging her muscles, his fingers dipping lower and lower, until they're brushing against her panties. She gasps, her body tensing, and he chuckles, his hands slipping beneath the fabric, finding her wetness. She moans, her hips lifting, and he teases her, his fingers stroking her, circling her clit, but never quite giving her what she wants. She turns, her eyes locked onto his, and whispers, "Please." He smiles, his hand wrapping around his hardening cock, and she reaches out, her small hand wrapping around him, giving him a slow, firm stroke. He groans, his head falling back, and she takes the opportunity to lean in, her tongue