She lay on the massage table, eyes closed in anticipation, as he began to softly touch her skin. The warmth of his hands spread through her body, easing the tension from her muscles. His fingers trailed lower, circling her soft inner thigh before moving upwards, teasingly close to her pulsating sex. Her breath hitched and her eyes flew open when she felt his thumb brush against her throbbing clit.
His touch was gentle, but his gaze was filled with a burning desire that made her heart race. As he continued to tease her sensitive nub, she could feel herself becoming wetter. The pleasure was starting to overwhelm her, but she didn't want him to stop. She arched her back, begging for more, and moaned softly as he finally slipped a finger inside her tight pussy.
She gasped in surprise as she saw the beautiful painting hanging on the wall.
