The room is a symphony of soft moans and the rhythmic sound of oil being squirted onto skin. Jillene Mercer's hands, slick and warm, glide over the client's body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. As she reaches the client's inner thighs, their breath catches, and Jillene can't help but notice the growing tent in the towel. She smirks, her own panties dampening, as she decides to take the massage to the next level. Slipping her hands under the towel, she grips the client's throbbing cock, causing them to arch into her touch. Jillene leans down, her breath hot on their ear, "Shall we continue, or would you prefer I stop?"