In a dimly lit, smoke-filled room, Trevor Knight's body is a canvas for a masterful, erotic massage. The masseur's strong hands knead Trevor's muscles, but it's the intimate touch that sets Trevor's senses alight. The masseur's fingers trace the curve of Trevor's ass, lingering at his hole, before a wet, slippery tongue replaces them. Trevor gasps, pushing back against the invasion, as his masseur rims him, getting him ready for a deep, intense prostate massage. The room fills with the sounds of Trevor's moans and the smell of smoke and pre-cum as he's brought to the brink of orgasm, only to be left hanging, his cock throbbing with need.