The room is warm, the scent of jasmine oil heavy in the air. Jillene's hands, slick with oil, glide over the client's skin, each stroke a promise. She leans in, her breath hot on his ear, "You're so tense." She guides his hand to his throbbing cock, encouraging him to stroke it while she watches. His moans fill the room as she increases the pressure, her fingers working in sync with his. She can feel his body tensing, his breathing ragged. He's close. She leans down, her breath on his cock, "Come for me," she commands, and he does, his body convulsing as he spills into her waiting mouth.