Her Touch, His Trigger

In a dimly lit room, a masseuse, a self-proclaimed 'playgirl', can't resist the allure of her client's body. She works her hands over his muscles, her strokes becoming more sensual, more purposeful. His cock tents the towel, betraying his desire. She leans in, her breath hot on his ear, "You can't live without my touch, can you?" Her fingers trail down his abs, reaching for the towel's edge, ready to unleash the beast within.

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