Laying on the table, the man watched as the exotic masseuse, dressed in a clingy outfit, approached him. Her long, silky hair cascaded down her back, and her luscious curves filled out the form-fitting attire. She kneaded his tense muscles with expert hands, coating them in a sensual oil that left him craving more.
As she moved lower, her skilled fingers worked their magic on his thighs and calves. Her soft breaths and gentle touch sent shivers of anticipation down his spine. Her eyes met his in the mirror, and he saw the unmistakable spark of desire. She leaned closer, her breasts pressing against his back lightly, and whispered.
"Is there anything else you need, handsome?"
His heart raced, and he turned to face her. Their bodies were inches apart when he realized she was talking to the door. "Oh, no ma'am," he chuckled, "just the wind in my ears."
