A masseuse, her body bare except for a thin, damp wrap, invites her client to lie face down on the table. She begins her work, her hands coated in warm, scented oil. She moves with expertise, her fingers pressing and rubbing, her palms sliding smoothly over his skin. As she reaches his glutes, she lingeringly squeezes and kneads, her thumbs dipping into the crease, causing him to gasp. She chuckles softly, a sound that's both comforting and seductive, as she continues her sensual assault, her hands never ceasing their slippery dance.