A soapy massage starts innocently enough, but the masseuse's expert touch soon stirs something more primal. Her hands, slick with soap, glide over every inch of her client's body, lingering in all the right places. As she reaches their most sensitive spot, she pauses, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She leans in, her tongue flicking out, tasting them, before taking them fully into her mouth. They groan, their body tensing, eager for more. She obliges, her head bobbing, her hands working in tandem, until they can take no more, flipping her around, ready to give as good as they've gotten.