The masseur's hands, slick with oil, glide over the masseuse's skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. He pays extra attention to her glutes, his thumbs digging into the flesh, causing her to arch her back and push against his hands. He smirks, enjoying her response, and moves to her hamstrings, his touch firm yet gentle. She can feel the tension leaving her body, replaced by a growing heat between her legs. As he moves to her calves, she can't help but imagine his hands elsewhere, his touch more intimate, more passionate. She squirms on the table, her breath hitching as she anticipates his next move.