Jillene Mercer's hands, slick with oil, knead the stranger's flesh, her touch growing more daring, more explicit. The stranger, his cock throbbing against the massage table, can't help but reach back, pulling Jillene's hips towards him. She grinds against him, her wet pussy leaving trails on his skin. Their bodies slide together, the scent of sex and oil filling the air. With a growl, the stranger flips Jillene onto her back, spreading her legs wide, his cock poised at her entrance. 'You want this,' he grunts, 'you want me to fuck you right here, don't you?'