Erika Bellucci, a stunningly beautiful woman, entered Johnny's room. She was wearing a revealing black gown, olive oil in her hands, and an inviting smile on her face. Johnny couldn't believe his luck as she approached him.
"Hello, sweetheart. I'm here to give you an erotic massage," she purred. Her voice was like silk, sending shivers down his spine. She began to oil his body, paying special attention to his muscles.
As she massaged him, Erika gradually moved her hands towards his groin. Johnny's breath hitched. He was excited but scared. He had never been with such a gorgeous woman before.
"You're so tense, sweetheart. Let me help you relax," Erika whispered, her warm breath tickling his earlobe. Her fingers br ushed lightly against the keys of the piano before pressing down softly.
