In the dimly lit, mist-filled room, the masseuse's hands, slick with soap, trace every contour of her client's body. She lingers on his inner thighs, her touch feather-light, before gripping his hardening cock. She strokes it, feeling it pulse in her hand, then leans down, taking it into her warm, wet mouth. She sucks and licks, her own arousal growing, before climbing onto him, impaling herself on his cock. She grinds against him, their bodies slick and slippery, until they both reach a shuddering, soapy climax.