The masseuse's body, slick with soap, slides against her client's as she leans in to whisper in his ear, her breath hot and ragged. She guides his hands to her full, slippery breasts, encouraging him to squeeze and tease her hard nipples. Her own hands never stop moving, her fingers dancing along his shaft, cupping his balls, driving him wild. She pushes him against the tile wall, her tongue lapping at the water droplets on his chest, her hands never leaving his cock. She can feel him pulsing in her hands, his breath coming in short gasps. She knows he's close, and she's not ready to stop yet. She drops to her knees, her mouth replacing her hands, taking him deep into her throat.