Slippery fingers trace delicate patterns on skin, leaving a trail of suds and anticipation. A soapy hand grips a rock-hard cock, stroking it with a rhythm that echoes the pounding water. The masseuse's mouth joins the fray, her tongue flickering out to lick the tip, her lips wrapping around the shaft, creating a wet, sucking heat. He fucks her mouth, his hands tangled in her hair, the steam rising around them like a fog of lust. She takes him deep, her throat convulsing around him, until he can't hold back any longer, exploding into her mouth in hot, pulsing jets.