Erotic Massage, Tip for a Tongue
The room is filled with the sound of rain and the soft hum of a massage table. A stunning woman, her body a symphony of curves, begins her work, her hands expertly kneading the client's flesh. But this is no ordinary massage; it's an erotic dance. She leans in, her voice a sultry purr, "You're quite tense here," she says, her hands lingering on his lower back, her fingers brushing the edge of his boxers. She works her way down, her touch feather-light, her breath warm on his skin. She pauses at his hips, her fingers tracing the waistband of his boxers, her eyes meeting his in the mirror. She smiles, a slow, sensual smile, and before he can react, she leans down, her tongue darting out, teasing the head of his cock, her eyes never leaving his as she waits for his 'tip'.