A sultry voice on the phone arranges an 'appointment' for a 'special' massage. The recipient, expecting relief from tension, is greeted by a raven-haired vixen in a skimpy robe. She begins at his shoulders, her touch feather-light, yet electric. As she works her way down, she leans in, her breath warm on his ear, 'Would you like me to take care of... everything?' He swallows hard, nodding. She smiles, her hands moving lower, lower, until she's stroking his hard cock through the towel. She leans down, her tongue darting out to lick the head, before she takes him deep into her mouth, her hands working his shaft in tandem with her sucking. He groans, his hands fisting her hair, as she brings him to the edge, and then over, swallowing his load greedily.