The masseuse's hands are magic, turning the simple act of cleaning into an erotic dance. She works the suds into a froth, her fingers digging into muscles, tracing lines across his body that make him shiver. Her touch is confident, knowing, as she washes him with more than just soap. She takes her time, her hands lingering on his cock, washing it with slow, deliberate strokes. The shower's heat intensifies the sensation, the soap making her touch slick and slippery. He can't help but thrust into her hand, eager for more of her soapy touch.