In the pulsating spray of a hot shower, a naked body is slicked with soap, every contour and crevice explored by eager hands. The recipient's breath hitches, their skin prickles with anticipation as the masseuse's touch turns from professional to provocative. The recipient's hardening cock is no longer ignored, but worshipped, stroked, teased until it's throbbing with need. The masseuse's lips join their hands, their tongue swirling around the swollen head, their mouth sliding down the shaft in a scorching, slippery embrace. The recipient's hands tangle in the masseuse's hair, their hips jerking, fucking the masseuse's mouth with wild abandon. But the masseuse has other plans. They stand, their own body glistening with water and soap, and straddle the recipient, impaling themselves on the recipient's cock with a guttural moan. The shower steams up around them as they ride, their bodies slapping together, their moans echoing off the tiles, their fucking hard, dirty, and utterly consuming.