In the dimly lit, incense-filled room, the man lies face down, anticipation rippling through him. The masseuse, her silken robe whispering around her, starts at his shoulders, her hands firm yet tender. She works lower, her touch feather-light, tracing the curves of his back, his ass, his thighs. She pauses, then wraps one hand around his hardening cock, causing him to gasp. She strokes him, her grip tight, her rhythm steady, her other hand cupping his balls. He's lost in sensation, his body tensing as he nears climax, only to have her slow down, teasing him, drawing out his pleasure.