Jillene Mercer's hands, slick with oil, glide over her client's naked form, her heart pounding as she navigates the blurred line between professional and personal. His body responds to her touch, his cock hardening as she approaches it, her breath catching in her throat. She pauses, then tentatively reaches for it, wrapping her hand around its length. He groans, bucking slightly, and she feels a rush of wetness between her legs. She climbs onto the table, straddling him, her dress riding up as she grinds against him, their bodies slick with oil and desire, her fingers tracing the edge of her panties, ready to push them aside and give in to their mutual lust.