Full plus extra?

"I want the full massage service," you reply.

The woman, whose name you soon learn is Delilah, eyes you up and down with a practiced, calculating gaze. The hard edge of her jaw softens just a fraction, replaced by a knowing, cynical smirk that speaks of long experience with patrons of all backgrounds. She wipes her hands on a small cloth, her muscular arms flexing under the dim light of the oil lamps. "The full service, is it?" Delilah asks, stepping closer you can smell the scent of jasmine oil on her "Normal massage, or with a special service?"

"Special service," you answer without hesitation.

A slow, pleased grin spreads across her face, transforming her mature beauty into something entirely predatory. She motions for you to lie down on your stomach first, working the knots out of your back with terrifyingly strong hands. Every press of her palms feels like it's grinding the fatigue right out of your bones, a brutal yet deeply satisfying relief after days in a cramped carriage. But the true shift happens when she tells you to flip over.

Her rough, capable hands move down, sliding past the edge of the white towel. Gently caressing your jewels, rolling them between her fingertips, you relax again. A variety of pleasures consume you as she alternates focus between head, shaft, and balls. The sheer contrast between her muscular, intense physique and the feather-light, excruciatingly precise touch of her fingers sends waves of heat straight to your core. You dribble a thin river of precum as you enjoy yourself, your hips twitching involuntarily against the sturdy wooden table.

The masseuse leans over you, her massive breasts brushing against your chest as she bends down, and licks it, causing you to cry out as you nearly release right there. Your toes curl, your breath catching in your throat as the sudden, intense friction threatens to shatter your control entirely.

She smiles, her fingers tightening slightly, about to bring you to the edge, but you find a **** reservoir of willpower and stop her, catching her wrist. Her eyebrows shoot up in surprise at your strength.