Loleta's hands glide over the client's naked form, her touch expert yet enticing, a dance of professionalism and seduction. She pauses at his thighs, her fingers grazing his balls, feeling them tighten. She looks up, her eyes locking with his, a silent question asked and answered. She reaches for the oil, slicking up her hands, then grips his cock, stroking it slowly, firmly, as he gasps, his hips lifting off the table. Her touch is magic, her rhythm perfect, and he's soon spilling into her hand, a groan of satisfaction echoing through the room.