The masseuse's touch is divine torture. Her slippery hands glide over his body, each stroke igniting sparks of pleasure. She straddles him, her wet pussy grinding against his ass, her tits pressed into his back. She leans in, her breath hot on his ear, "You like that, don't you?" Her hands find his cock again, stroking him expertly. He's lost in sensation, his body tensing as she brings him closer to the edge. Then, with a wicked grin, she stops, leaving him panting and desperate for release. She leans back, her eyes locked with his, daring him to beg.