Happy ending massage fantasy fulfilled
A young, lithe masseuse, dressed in a revealing, low-cut top and tight shorts, greets her client, a hulking stud, with a sultry smile. She begins her work, her hands kneading his muscles with expert precision, her body swaying rhythmically. She leans over, her ample cleavage brushing against his back, her breath hot on his ear. "You're so tense," she whispers, her voice husky. She works her way down his body, her touch becoming more intimate. She pauses at his thighs, her fingers brushing against his growing erection. She smirks, "Looks like someone's enjoying the massage." She continues, her touch becoming more sensual, until she reaches his cock. She wraps her hand around it, stroking slowly, expertly. His body tenses, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Come for me," she whispers, and he does, his body convulsing as he spills his load onto her hand.