The room is dim, the scent of jasmine oil heavy in the air. She's face down, her body relaxed, yet every nerve ending is alive, buzzing with anticipation. His hands are magic, his touch electric. He starts at her shoulders, his fingers kneading her flesh, working his way down her back, each stroke deliberate, each touch a promise. She arches into his touch, her body yearning for more, her pussy aching, her fantasy playing out in vivid detail. She's ready, so ready, for the massage to become something else, something forbidden, something she can't wait to explore.