The masseuse, her skin slick with Nuru gel, mounts the client, her legs straddling his hips. She leans forward, her breasts pressing into his back, her hands moving in long, sensuous strokes from his shoulders to his thighs. She takes her time, her hands lingering on his lower back, her thumbs pressing into the tense muscles. She can feel his body relaxing, his breath coming in steady, controlled rhythms. But she knows what he really wants, what they both want. She spreads his legs, her hands moving closer to his groin, her fingers brushing against his inner thighs. He gasps, his body tensing, his cock straining against the towel. She smiles, her voice a low, sultry whisper, "Ready to let go, aren't you?"