masseuse's fantasy fulfilled in aching flesh
A tanned, toned babe lies face down on the massage table, her body glistening with oil. Her masseur, a handsome, muscular man, works her flesh with strong, sure hands. He starts at her shoulders, his fingers digging deep into her knotted muscles, but soon his touch becomes more suggestive. He traces the curve of her back, his fingers brushing the edge of her thong. She arches into his touch, her body responding, her breath hitching. He notices, his own body hardening in response. He leans over, his lips brushing her ear, his voice a low, throaty growl. "You're so tense, let me help you relax," he says, his hands moving to her inner thighs, his fingers slipping under the thin fabric of her thong. She gasps, her body tensing, then melting into his touch as he brings her to the brink of orgasm, then pushes her over the edge.