Oil-Slicked Surrender at the Massage Parlor

The bell above the door chimes, welcoming another anonymous patron seeking relief. Jillene greets him with a sultry smile, her silken robe whispering around her curves. As she leads him to the private room, his eyes linger on her toned calves, his mind filling with naughty thoughts. Once the door clicks shut, her hands begin their work, but it's his throbbing cock that receives the most attention, her fingers dancing along its length, drawing out his desire, his shame, his need for this forbidden touch.

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