On the slick, tiled floor, a masseuse works her client into a lather. Her hands, coated in suds, trace every inch, igniting nerves. She leans in, her breath hot, as she grips their hardening cock. With expert pressure, she brings them to the edge, their moans mingling with the sound of water dripping. As they near climax, she takes them into her mouth, tongue flicking, lips tight, until they're crying out, their release coating her chin, mixing with the soapy residue.