Bare Hands, Feverish Skin

In the dimly lit, candle-lit room, Jillene Mercer's skilled hands knead the tense flesh, drawing soft moans from her client. As her fingers trace the ridges of muscle, she feels the heat radiating off his skin, the tension melting away. Her touch lingers, exploring uncharted territory, igniting an electric current between them. The massage table creaks as he shifts, his breath hitching when her hand grazes his growing erection. She smirks, knowing the game they're playing, and continues her illicit exploration, bringing them both to the brink of ecstasy.

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