Hands On, Bodies Entwined

In the dimly lit room, the masseuse's fingers dig into the client's flesh, working out the knots of stress and desire. She leans in, her breath hot on his ear, "Relax," she purrs. Her hands move lower, tracing the curve of his ass, the length of his thighs, before cupping his balls, causing him to gasp. She smirks, her eyes meeting his in the mirror, as she strokes his cock, her touch firm and knowing. The massage table becomes a stage for their mutual pleasure, as she brings him to the edge, again and again, until he's begging for release.

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