The masseuse, a vision of curves and confidence, invites her client to lie face down. She coats him in nuru gel, her hands kneading his muscles, her body pressing against his. She works her way down, her fingers digging into his ass, his thighs, her breath hot on his skin. She turns him over, and he gasps at the sight of her, her tits heaving, her pussy glistening. She mounts him, her wetness enveloping his hardness, but she denies him movement, denying him the release he craves. She is in control, and she will make him beg for it.