The Morning Wood Awakening
A lone figure, draped in a towel, enters a dimly lit room, the scent of sandalwood and sweat hanging heavy in the air. He lies down on the massage table, his body tense and eager. The masseuse, an exotic beauty with dark hair and darker eyes, begins her work, her hands kneading his muscles, her touch firm yet sensual. She works her way down his body, her fingers brushing against his inner thighs, causing him to twitch. She smirks, knowing the effect she has on him. Her hands move to his ass, giving it a squeeze before moving back up to his lower back. She leans in, her breasts pressing against his back as she whispers, "Turn over." He does, his cock tenting the towel. She doesn't miss a beat, her hands moving to his cock, giving it a slow, firm stroke. He's rock hard in her hands, his body arching into her touch. She works him expertly, her hands flying over his cock, her touch bringing him to the edge. With a final, hard stroke, he comes, his body convulsing, his cock pulsing in her hands.