Slippery Surrender: Soapy Massage to Squirting Climax
The air in the private spa room is thick with heat and promise as the masseuse's hands glide over her client's body, leaving a trail of foamy suds in their wake. Her touch is professional yet tantalizing, her fingers lingering on the sensitive spots that make him squirm. As she works her way down his torso, she pauses, her eyes meeting his in the mirror. The silent challenge hangs between them, and with a small smile, she reaches lower, wrapping her hand around his stiff cock. He gasps, arching into her touch as she strokes him, her other hand cupping his balls. She leans in, her breath hot on his ear, "You like that, don't you? You want me to make you come." She doesn't wait for an answer, her hand moving faster, her thumb swirling over the head of his cock. He tenses, his body convulsing as he spills into her waiting hand, his cries of release echoing in the room. But she's not done with him yet, her hand continuing to stroke him, drawing out his orgasm until he's a shuddering, spent mess in her hands.