As the masseuse's hands work their way down the client's back, she can't help but notice the growing bulge in their shorts. She smirks, her own panties dampening at the thought of the power she holds. She leans in, her breath hot on their ear, "Would you like me to focus on that area, perhaps?" The client nods, a low moan escaping as her hands slip beneath the fabric, her touch feather-light yet firm. She takes her time, teasing, exploring, until finally, she can't resist any longer. She straddles the client, her wetness pressing against them as she grinds slowly, both lost in their shared fantasy.