In a dimly lit massage parlor, Lynchdyann's capable hands knead and caress, awakening more than just relaxation. As she works her way down to his groin, she finds him stirring, a smile playing on her lips. She takes him in her hand, feeling his pulse quicken, then leans down, her tongue flickering out to taste him. She takes him into her mouth, her head bobbing, her hand working in tandem, a symphony of pleasure building until he can't hold back, spilling into her waiting mouth.