Her Curious Fingers

It starts out like any other massage, until the masseuse’s hand glides lower and finds the cock already hard against the towel. She gives it a slow stroke, then another. The guest stays quiet, body tense, letting her know this is exactly where things are going. She’s a redhead, pale skin glowing under the low light, and she leans in with a small smile before sliding the towel away completely. Her mouth wraps around him in one smooth motion—warm, wet, unhurried. She takes him deeper each time, tongue working the underside while her hand strokes the base. The wet sounds fill the quiet room. When she finally pulls off, she strokes him fast, aiming him at her face, and he comes hard across her lips and tongue. She keeps a gentle grip until he’s finished, licking the last drops with a satisfied hum.