The masseuse's hands are magic, her touch a spell that turns flesh to velvet. She works the oil into his skin, her palms and fingers slipping and sliding, creating a symphony of sensation. She pays special attention to his muscles, her touch firm yet yielding, her hands gliding over his body with practiced ease. The oil makes her hands slick, and the sound of her wet strokes fills the room, a lewd rhythm that makes his heart pound. She works her way down his body, her hands brushing against his throbbing cock, her touch light, almost innocent, yet full of promise. He can feel the heat building, his body responding to her touch, his fantasy playing out in his mind's eye.