The masseuse, a goddess with an hourglass figure and a wicked glint in her eye, begins her ritual. She drizzles oil onto her client's tense body, her fingers dancing, kneading, caressing. She lingers on his thighs, her knuckles brushing his cock. He squirms, his breath hitching. She chuckles, a low, sultry sound, and leans in, her lips inches from his ear. "I can help with that," she purrs, her hand wrapping around his throbbing length, giving him a tantalizing preview of her skilled mouth.