Kneading flesh, igniting desire

In a dimly lit room, a masseuse, her body draped in sheer fabric, begins her work. Her hands glide over taut skin, her touch firm yet sensual. She leans in, her breath hot on her client's ear, "Would you like something... extra?" He nods, his voice barely a whisper. She smiles, her hands moving lower, cupping his balls, stroking his hardening cock. She mounts him, her pussy engulfing his length. She grinds against him, her clit rubbing against him, her juices coating him. He grips her hips, thrusting up, fucking her hard until they both come undone, their moans echoing in the room.

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