A teen masseuse, innocent yet alluring, began her work on a new client, her hands kneading his muscles with expertise. His gaze, however, was fixed on her young, firm body. She felt his eyes, blushing, but continued, her touch becoming more intimate. He groaned, his cock twitching as she accidentally brushed it. She paused, then grinned, leaning in to whisper, "You're not here for a massage, are you?" Her hands found his throbbing member, stroking it until he was rock hard. She climbed onto him, riding him roughly, their bodies slapping together in a heated, forbidden dance.