Polina's slender frame moves with practiced ease, her hands gliding over the client's body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. She leans in, her breath tickling his ear, "Is this okay?" she whispers, her hands moving to his inner thighs, her fingers brushing against his balls. He nods, his voice caught in his throat as she wraps her hand around his cock, stroking him slowly. She moves to the bed, her eyes locked with his as she spreads her legs, inviting him in. He doesn't need to be told twice, positioning himself at her entrance and pushing in, her tight pussy enveloping him completely.