Llamasr's practiced fingers dance across her client's skin, igniting a fire within him that he can't suppress. As she leans in, her breasts brushing against his back, his cock throbs with need. She feels it, smiles, and lets her hand graze his hardness. His hips buck, yearning for more, but she teases, prolonging his torture. When she finally takes him in her hand, he groans, his body tensing as he nears release. But Llamasr has other plans, slowing her pace, drawing out his ecstasy.