The Sensual Slip of Oil

The masseuse's hands, coated in warm, fragrant oil, trace the length of her client's throbbing member, her touch feather-light yet electric. She teases him, her fingers dancing along his shaft, her thumb circling his sensitive tip. He moans, his hips bucking, but she holds him firmly, her other hand cupping his heavy balls, gently rolling them in her palm. She takes her time, her touch alternating between soft and firm, slow and fast, driving him to the brink of ecstasy and then pulling him back. The room is filled with the wet sounds of her hands working his cock, the scent of their combined arousal heavy in the air. She leans in, her breath hot on his ear, whispering filthy promises, her voice sending shivers down his spine.

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