House Rules
You're working your way down her lower back when she shifts, turns over in one fluid motion, and lies face up.
You freeze.
"Yoga works the whole body," she says, "Chest, core, everything. If you only do the back you're doing half the job."
You pour a little more oil and start at her shoulders again, working down. She makes small sounds occasionally, soft moans of approval or direction. Every single one of them sends a pulse straight to your cock, like an antenna hardwired to catch that specific frequency.
When your hands reach her tits you think: this is literally a scene from a porn movie. Oiled skin, massage table, beautiful naked girl making those sounds. You have watched scenes like this a thousand times.
The difference, you reflect, is that the guy in those scenes doesn't have balls that feel like they're about to file a formal complaint. And in about thirty seconds that guy is going to have a very different afternoon than the one currently on offer here.