"Just a simple massage," she starts, her voice a soft, seductive hum. But as her hands glide over his muscular form, she can't help but notice his growing excitement. She smirks, her eyes locked onto his, as she leans in, her breath hot on his ear. "You like that, don't you?" she whispers, her hand grazing his hardness. She continues her torment, her body rubbing against him, her hands never quite touching where he wants them most. Until, finally, she leans in, her lips wrapping around the tip, her tongue flicking out to taste him, a promise of what's to come for the right price.