The woman lies on her stomach, her curves accentuated by the oil slick on her skin. The masseur's hands, slick with oil, trace the lines of her body, his touch firm yet gentle. He works his way down her back, his fingers digging into her muscles, releasing tension and awakening desire. She gasps as he reaches her lower back, his fingers brushing the top of her buttocks. He pours more oil, letting it drip down her spine, watching as it trickles down her ass crack. He follows its path with his fingers, rubbing the oil into her skin, his touch becoming more intimate, more daring. She responds, her body writhing, her breath hitching, ready to surrender to the fantasy unfolding on the massage table.