Spa X - Episode 1

Camille eased onto the padded table and let the sheet slip down her hips. Her skin still held the warmth of the steam room, faint pink along her breasts and belly. The masseuse rubbed oil between his palms, then pressed his hands to the small of her back, thumbs circling over each knot until she exhaled with a quiet moan. He slid lower, spreading her cheeks with slow thumbs, grazing the soft heat between them. She lifted into his touch, breath catching as two slick fingers dragged through her folds and found her clit, rubbing in tight, steady circles. He pressed inside her with one smooth thrust, the heel of his hand working against her while his other hand cupped her breast, nipple caught between his fingers. She rolled her hips, chasing the pressure, legs trembling. He bent closer, mouth brushing the shell of her ear. "Tell me when you want it," he said. She nodded, eyes half-closed, and pushed back against his hand, voice breaking on a single word: "Now."