The masseuse, a goddess in her own right, begins her craft, her hands coated in the slippery nuru gel. She runs her hands over her client's body, her touch electric, igniting a fire within him. She works her way down, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, her breath hot on his skin. As she reaches his throbbing member, she takes her time, teasing him, building his anticipation. She strokes him, her touch firm and steady, her other hand cupping his balls. He moans, his body tensing as he nears the edge. She pushes him over, her hands working in tandem, drawing out his orgasm, his body convulsing as he comes undone, his release painting the table.