Jillene Mercer's hands, slick with oil, trace the curves of a stranger's body. The tub, filled with warm, sudsy water, bubbles around them as she works, her touch professional yet charged with an undeniable tension. The stranger, face hidden, responds to her touch, body tensing and releasing in all the right places. As Jillene's hands slip lower, she finds him ready, his cock hard and throbbing. She looks at him, a silent question in her eyes. He nods, a low groan escaping his lips. Jillene, with a small smile, takes him in her hand, stroking him slowly, expertly, as the water around them churns with their building passion.