The masseuse's hands, slick with nuru gel, dance across her client's body, leaving a trail of glistening, sinuous lines. She pays special attention to his groin, her fingers tracing the length of his shaft, cupping his balls, teasing his sensitive skin. He moans, arching into her touch, his cock throbbing with need. She smiles, her eyes locked onto his, and takes him in her mouth. Her lips slide easily along his length, her tongue swirling around his head. She sucks hard, her cheeks hollowing, her head bobbing in a steady rhythm. The room is filled with the sound of wet, sloppy sucking, punctuated by his ragged breaths and her muffled moans. She brings him to the edge, then pulls back, her hands continuing their slippery dance, keeping him hard, keeping him wanting.