Enveloped in a cloud of steam, the masseuse's hands roam expertly, her touch igniting fires where soap suds gather. She traces the lines of his torso, her fingers dancing over his abs, her knuckles grazing his engorged manhood. She turns him, her slippery breasts pressing into his back as she reaches around, her soapy hand grasping his cock, stroking it firmly. She drops to her knees, her mouth finding his tip, sucking him deep, her tongue swirling, the water cascading down their bodies, their moans echoing in the tiled room.