The masseuse's touch is anything but innocent, her hands lingering on his thighs, his ass, his cock. She watches him grow hard, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. She turns off the shower, the room filling with steam. She guides him to the bench, her hands never leaving his body. She straddles him, her soapy pussy sliding along his cock. He grips her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as she rides him, her tits bouncing in his face. The room fills with their moans and the sound of their bodies slapping together, the air thick with the scent of sex and soap.