Hands, slick with oil, trace the man's muscles, each stroke igniting a spark. The therapist's touch is confident, her rhythm steady. She works her way down his body, her hands lingering on his thighs, her knuckles brushing against his hardening cock. She leans in, her breath hot on his ear, "Would you like me to help you with that?" His nod is barely perceptible, but it's enough. She slowly pulls back the towel, revealing his throbbing cock. She wraps her hand around it, her grip firm yet gentle, and begins to stroke. His hips rise to meet her hand, his body tense with anticipation. With a final, firm stroke, he comes undone, his cock pulsing in her hand, his body wracked with pleasure.