Jillene Mercer's hands are magic, her touch igniting a fire within her client as she massages away his stress. Starting with his back, she works her way down, her fingers firm yet gentle, her movements confident and skilled. As she reaches his thighs, she can feel his body tense, his breath quicken. She smirks, knowing the effect she's having on him. She leans in, her voice a low purr, "Should I stop?" But she doesn't, her hands moving lower, her fingers wrapping around his hard cock. She strokes him, her touch firm and steady, her eyes locked with his in the mirror. The room fills with the sound of their heavy breathing and the wet sound of her hand moving on his cock, until he can't hold back any longer, his body tensing as he comes undone.