"I've never seen anyone get so clean," the masseuse murmurs, her voice husky as she watches suds drip down the client's perfect curves. She leans in, her tongue tracing a path from the client's neck down to her breasts, lapping up the soapy water. The client moans, her hands gripping the masseuse's hair, pulling her in closer. The masseuse obliges, her mouth finding the client's clit, sucking and licking until the client is writhing in ecstasy. The masseuse stands, her body pressing against the client's, her hands guiding the client's legs around her waist. With a slow, steady thrust, she enters the client, their bodies sliding together in a symphony of wet, slippery sounds.