Slick Surrender: Unraveling on the Massage Slab
The room was warm, the air heavy with the scent of jasmine and sandalwood. Jillene, her hands coated in oil, worked her way up her client's body, her touch firm yet sensual. His skin was hot, his breath coming in ragged gasps as she neared his hips. She could see the tenting of the towel, could feel the heat radiating from him. With a deliberate slowness, she pulled the towel away, revealing his hard, throbbing cock. She poured more oil onto her hands, letting it drip onto his length, then began to stroke him, her hands slippery and sure. He groaned, his hips lifting off the table, his body arching towards her touch. The massage table creaked under the force of his desire, the slick sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the room as Jillene brought him closer and closer to the edge.