Jillene, hidden behind a curtain of cascading raven hair, tends to her client's body, her hands gliding over his skin like a pianist playing a familiar symphony. Yet, her touch is not neutral, it's filled with intent. She lingers at his inner thighs, her fingers brushing against his growing erection. The client squirms, but Jillene's firm hand on his chest keeps him in place. She leans in, her full lips brushing against his ear, "Shh," she whispers, "Let's play a game." Her hand slips lower, wrapping around his hardness, beginning a slow, tantalizing rhythm. The room fills with the sound of their ragged breaths and the soft, wet sounds of her hand working his cock.