As the young man lay face down on the massage table, his heart racing with anticipation, the perverted masseuse began her session. Her soft hands glided over his tense muscles, slowly easing the tightness. She could feel the heat emanating from his body and the slight tremble in his frame. Her touch became more daring as she slid her hands up his legs, stopping just short of where he ached to be touched.
Without warning, the masseuse leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "What would you say if I touched you... here?" Her warm breath sent shivers down his spine. He couldn't believe she was offering this forbidden pleasure. Nervously, he nodded, unable to resist her siren call.
She moved her hands to their destination, tracing circles around his aroused cock through his pants. He moaned softly as she teased him, increasing the speed of her circles.
