The showerhead pounds a steady rhythm, echoing the pulse between their legs. Soapy hands glide over taut muscles, lingering on curves and valleys, igniting sparks. A hard cock tents a towel, demanding attention. The masseuse, her dark hair slicked back, drops to her knees, water cascading down her body. She takes the cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling, her hands working the shaft. The client's breath hitches, his fingers tangling in her hair. She pulls back, guiding him to the wall, and mounts him, her legs wrapping around his waist. They move together, their bodies sliding, their moans mingling with the sound of the shower, until they both find release, their bodies shuddering, their juices mingling with the suds at their feet.