Massage Oil Meets Skin Hunger

The masseuse, a vision of professionalism, begins her work, her hands gliding over the client's body with practiced ease. But as she leans in, her breath hot on his ear, she whispers, "I can feel how much you want this." Her hands, slick with oil, trace the lines of his muscles, her touch becoming more sensual, more provocative. She can feel his cock hardening beneath the towel, and she smiles, her eyes meeting his in the mirror. She leans in, her breasts pressing against his back, and whispers, "Let's make this a full body experience, shall we?"

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