A masseuse, her body a masterpiece of toned flesh and soft curves, beckons her client into the shower, a naughty smile playing on her lips. She lathers her hands, the soap suds creating a frothy barrier between her touch and his skin. She starts at his shoulders, her strong fingers kneading the tension away, then moves down, her hands lingering on his ass, giving it a firm squeeze. She turns him around, her eyes locked onto his, and begins to wash his hard cock, her touch light yet firm. She drops to her knees, her mouth joining her hands, her tongue tracing the veins of his cock, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. The water pours down, rinsing away the soap, but not the heat between them.