The masseuse's hands, slick with nuru gel, dance over her client's body, tracing every contour, every ridge. She pays extra attention to his manhood, her touch feather-light yet firm, coaxing it to full hardness. She straddles him, her naked form sliding against his, her breasts pressing into his chest. She grinds her hips, her clit rubbing against his shaft, her wetness coating him. She takes him inside her, her body stretching to accommodate his size, their bodies sliding together in a dance of lust and friction, their moans a symphony of pleasure.