The air in the small, dimly lit room is thick with anticipation as the masseuse's hands work their magic, her touch firm yet gentle, coaxing out the tension from the client's body. As she reaches the juncture of his thighs, she finds his cock already hard and weeping, the head glistening with wetness. She pauses, her breath hitching as she considers the sight, then, with a small smile, she wraps her hands around him, feeling the heat of his desire. She strokes him slowly, her thumb spreading the wetness over the head, making him buck his hips and groan. She leans in, her breath hot on his ear, "You like that, don't you? You like it when I touch your wet cock."