Green top stretched tight across her back, the dark-haired masseuse presses her palms into his lower spine before sliding her fingers beneath his waistband. His hips lift slightly, breath hitching as she teases the edge of his cock through his pants. Slow circles with her fingertips make his thighs clench, the outline of his cock hardening under her touch. She leans in close, lips parted, whispering something low as her grip tightens just enough to make his back arch. One hand stays on his ass, kneading the flesh while the other works him under the fabric until he’s rock hard and straining against her.
