The masseuse's hands glide over the client's skin, her touch firm yet sensual, her eyes locked onto his growing bulge. She leans in, her breath hot on his ear, 'Would you like me to help with that?' she whispers, her hand moving lower, cupping his hardness. The client's breath hitches, and he nods, his own hand joining hers, their fingers entwining as they stroke him together. The room is filled with the sound of their ragged breaths, the scent of sweat and sex hanging heavy in the air as they push each other closer to the edge.