Under the pounding water, the masseuse's hands glide effortlessly over the client's slippery body, avoiding his rock-hard cock until she can't anymore. She grasps it, her small hand barely able to wrap around its girth. She strokes him, her pace increasing as his breath grows ragged. She's drenched, her hair plastered to her face, but she doesn't stop. She wants to feel him pulse in her mouth, to taste his release. She takes him in, feeling him grow even harder before he erupts, filling her with his essence. She swallows, savoring the taste, before rinsing herself off, a satisfied smile on her face.