Anna lay on the massage table, anticipation mounting as she felt the warm, soapy hands of the masseuse glide over her body. The woman was skilled, yet her touch lacked the fire Anna craved. She closed her eyes, summoning the courage to reveal her true desires. "I want more... I want you to touch me where I need it most," she whispered, her heart pounding in her chest. The masseuse paused, her fingers tracing the hem of Anna's panties before slowly sliding them down. As her fingers brushed against Anna's sensitive flesh, a shudder of pleasure rippled through her. "Tell me what you want," the woman whispered, her voice thick with desire. Anna took a deep breath, opening her eyes to meet the masseuse's gaze. "I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you beneath me as we dance under the moonlight.
