The masseuse's touch is professional, yet her eyes betray a growing hunger. She lathers her hands again, this time deliberately lingering on his cock, feeling it twitch and grow under her touch. She leans in, her breath hot on his ear, "You like that?" she whispers, her voice low and sultry. He nods, unable to speak, as she takes him into her mouth, her tongue flicking against his sensitive skin. The room fills with the sound of wet, sloppy sucking as she pleasures him, her hands never still, always moving, always touching.