The masseuse's tongue darts out, tracing the client's spine, sending shivers down her body. She turns the client onto her back, her eyes locked with the client's as she descends, her tongue flicking out to taste her, to tease her. The client's breath hitches, her back arching as the masseuse's tongue explores her, her hands gripping the sheets, lost in the sensation. The masseuse, her own arousal evident, takes her time, her tongue dancing, licking, loving, until the client is writhing, her moans filling the room, her orgasm building with each expert touch.