The Thorough Service

Yuni Katsuragi never half-committed to a job, especially not this one. The moment the door clicked shut behind her client, she dropped gracefully to her knees, eyes bright with purpose. No small talk, no hesitation—just warm lips and eager attention, working him slowly, deliberately, until he was thick and pulsing under her tongue.
She guided him to the edge of the bed with a gentle push, then wrapped soft, soapy hands around every inch, stroking with careful precision, suds gliding over skin like silk. Her fingers danced, teasing, exploring, making sure nothing was missed. When he was glistening and ready, she led him under the warm shower spray, rinsing away every trace while her palms continued their slow, appreciative journey across his chest, shoulders, thighs.
Back in the bedroom, still damp and flushed, she knelt again. This time it was deeper, hungrier—lips and tongue coaxing until his breath hitched and his release came in long, shuddering waves. She stayed until every last drop was gone, leaving him utterly spent and spotless.
Yuni stood, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and smiled.
“Service complete. Come back anytime.”