Slippery Hands Lead to Slippery Holes
In the dimly lit, warm room, the masseuse greets her client, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. She's an artist, and his body is her canvas. She begins at his shoulders, her hands firm yet gentle, working out the kinks and tension. As she moves lower, her touch becomes more deliberate, more sensual. She notices his eyes flutter closed, his breath deepening. She takes this as an invitation, her hands straying to his inner thighs, her thumbs brushing against his balls. He jolts, a soft gasp escaping him. She smiles, leaning down to whisper in his ear, "Relax, let me take care of you." She reaches for the nurugel, her hands coated in the slick substance, and begins to work his cock, her touch expert, her pace steady. He's soon writhing beneath her, his body tense, on the verge of release. She slows her pace, drawing out his pleasure, teasing him until he can't take it anymore, and he comes undone, his body shuddering as he finds his release.