In the dimly lit chamber, the air filled with the scent of exotic oils, a woman's hands work magic on a man's tense body. Starting innocently enough, her strokes become more languid, more purposeful, tracing the curves of his muscles, lingering on his thighs, his abdomen, his chest. The man's body responds, his cock hardening, tenting the towel draped over his hips. The masseuse's breath catches, her own pussy throbbing with need. She leans over, her breasts brushing against his chest, her voice a husky whisper, "You're so tense. Let me help you with that." She reaches down, her hand wrapping around his thick shaft, stroking him slowly, expertly, as he groans, giving in to the pleasure.