The teen masseuse, her tight body barely contained in her skimpy uniform, starts the session innocently enough. But as she works on her client's firm muscles, her professional demeanor starts to slip. Her eyes flutter closed as she inhales his musky scent, her hands lingering on his thighs, feeling the heat radiating from his crotch. She can't resist the urge to look, to touch, and as her fingers graze his hardening cock, she knows she's crossed a line. But she doesn't care. She wants this, wants him, and as she straddles him, her wet pussy grinding against his cock, she knows she's going to take it.