Rasiya, draped in a silken robe, leads Bulldick to the private room. The air is thick with the scent of jasmine and tension. She begins at his shoulders, her fingers digging into his taut muscles. He relaxes, but tenses again as she reaches his thighs, his cock twitching in anticipation. She teases him, her hands coming close but never quite touching his hardness. Finally, she wraps her delicate hand around his shaft, her thumb brushing his sensitive head. She works him slowly, her pace increasing as his breath hitches. He comes undone, his cock pulsing in her hand, his cum dripping down her wrist.