Unbending Need: The Art of Erectile Touch

The masseuse's hands, slick with oil, dance over the anonymous body before her. She traces the outline of the hardening cock, not yet touching it, but close enough to feel the heat. The recipient squirms, their breathing ragged, as they fight against the urge to thrust into her touch. The room fills with the sound of their labored breaths and the soft, rhythmic strokes of her hands, the tension building like a wave about to crash.

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