Bare Hands, Bare Skin, Bare Souls

The masseuse's hands, slick with oil, trace the client's firm chest, his abdominal muscles contracting under her touch. She feels a surge of power, of control, as she guides him, her hands moving lower, just barely brushing against his throbbing cock. She can see the desire in his eyes, the tension in his body. She leans in, her voice a whisper, "Would you like me to continue?" He nods, his breath hitching as her hands finally, fully, envelop him, providing a release that's as much physical as it is emotional.

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