The masseuse's teasing touch ignites a fire within her client, his growing erection tenting the towel barely covering him. She smirks, her eyes locked onto his as she leans in, her breath hot on his ear. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she whispers, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest, dipping lower with each pass. He groans, his hands reaching for her, but she bats them away, maintaining control. She mounts him, her wetness pressing against his hardness, a promise of what's to come. She grinds against him, her nipples hardening, before finally, mercifully, she guides him inside her, riding him with slow, deliberate movements.