Soapy Masseuse's Slippery Surrender
The masseuse, her skin glistening from the hot shower, begins her work, her strong hands kneading the client's tense muscles. As she moves lower, she pauses, her eyes flicking up to meet his gaze. He's watching her, his eyes filled with a hunger that's impossible to misinterpret. She swallows hard, then makes her decision, her fingers tracing the edge of the towel, pulling it away to reveal his hardness. She licks her lips, then leans in, her mouth enveloping him, her tongue exploring every inch. He groans, his hands fisting in her hair as she works him, her head bobbing in his lap. She can feel his gaze on her, intense and focused, and it spurs her on, her body aching with need as she takes him deeper, her hands working in tandem with her mouth until he's pulsing with release.