"Just relax," she whispers, her voice a husky purr. Her hands, slick with oil, trace the lines of his body, lingering on the curve of his ass, the length of his thighs. She can feel the tension in him, the heat. As she works her way back up, she lets her fingers brush against his hardness, feeling it pulse with desire. He gasps, but she doesn't stop. Instead, she leans in, her breath hot on his ear. "Do you like that?" she asks, her voice a low, sultry challenge. He nods, and she smiles, ready to give him the fantasy massage he never knew he needed.