The room fills with the scent of oil and sweat as the teen girl's body yields to the masseuse's insistent touch. His hands are rough, calloused, scraping against her soft skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. He works her muscles, but his touch is anything but clinical. His hands linger, squeeze, knead, finding every sensitive spot, every secret place. She gasps as he grips her ass, groans as he thumbs her clit. He chuckles, a low, dirty sound, enjoying her reactions. He's hard, his cock pressing against her thigh as he leans over her, his hands now slick with her juices. He brings one glistening finger to her lips, painting her mouth with her own taste. She licks it clean, her eyes locked on his, her body ready for more.