He lets his fingers do the work

His fingers knead the tight flesh of your upper thigh, moving closer and closer to your aching pussy. You squirm your legs a little further apart, exposing more of yourself as your breathing thickens with anticipation.

"You seem very tense," Jason says, his fingers maddeningly close to you sex. "Just relax and let yourself go." You make a murmuring noise, squirming slightly, wanting him to touch you, impale you with those strong fingers.

"Oh My God!" you gasp as he suddenly does. You feel at least two of his fingers enter your sodden hole, his thumb pressing hard against your clit and rotating slowly. His other hand kneads your rump, squeezing your ripe flesh as he fingers your cunt.

"I think I've found the source of your tension," he chuckles softly. "We should have you back in shape in no time."

"Holy Fuck! Your Fingers! Holy Fuck!" you gasp, writhing on the massage table and raising your ass higher. "Oh Fuck Jason! Oh Fuck That's So Good!"

"You've been needing this for a while. I've seen you looking. You've been thinking about it, haven't you?"

"Yes! Oh Fuck Yes I Have!" you moan, rocking back against his hand as he finger fucks you, feeling a growing heat building in your centre. "Oh Fuck Don't Stop! I Love It! I Fucking Love It!"

He hooks his fingers inside you, finding every secret spot that makes you quiver and gasp, his thumb pressing and rubbing on your engorged clit. You whine as you feel your orgasm building, wanting his cock so badly but not wanting to lose the delicious sensation of his fingers probing you. You're gasping, your fists clenched on the table, raising your ass to welcome him, willing to let him do anything he wants as long as he keeps giving you this incredible pleasure.