The masseuse's hands are magic, her touch a dance of pressure and release. She knows every inch of his body, every trigger point, every sensitive spot. She works him over, her hands never still, her body never still. She's a goddess, a siren, luring him into a state of heightened awareness. She turns him over, her eyes locked onto his, her fingers wrapping around his rigid cock. She strokes him, her grip firm, her rhythm steady. He bucks into her hand, his breath coming in ragged gasps. She leans down, her tongue flicking out to taste the bead of pre-cum at his tip. He groans, his hips lifting off the table. She smiles, her eyes never leaving his, as she takes him into her mouth, her lips sliding down his shaft, her tongue swirling around his head. He comes undone, his body convulsing, his cock pulsing as he spills into her mouth.