Ever had a client you couldn't wait to see again? This hunk had visited before, and when his message popped up after work, I knew exactly what he needed – a steamy, relaxing massage to unwind. He strode in, fresh from the shower, a towel tantalizingly wrapped around his waist. As he lay on the table, I could see the anticipation in his eyes. I started slow, my hands gliding over his muscular back, our conversation flowing as smoothly as my touch. But things heated up quickly. My hands ventured lower, caressing his firm glutes, and I could feel his desire rising. I joined him on the table, my body pressing against his, our connection electric. Every stroke of my hands, every brush of my body against his, sent waves of pleasure through him. He turned over, revealing his rock-hard excitement, and I couldn't resist taking him in, my mouth exploring every inch of his impressive length. The room was filled with his moans as he flipped me onto all fours, his hips grinding against mine. I could feel him, hot and hard, ready to take me. And take me he did, first on the table, then on the couch, his powerful thrusts driving me wild. The tension built, our bodies slick with sweat, until finally, with a deep, satisfying groan, he filled me completely. This wasn't just a massage; it was a performance, a dance of desire and satisfaction. Who knew relaxation could be so incredibly hot?