Succinctly, yes.

The hunter remained silent, but the rise and fall of chest and the change of breathing to his mouth revealed his arousal, as the tempo matched her own.
Jessica gave him a hard look, before dropping to her knees in front of him. She thought she may say something more here, but nothing came to mind. She could feel the hunter's hot gaze on her, his angle giving her classic barmaid cleavage the full view. With big eyes Jessica met his gaze. And in a tender uncertain motion she reached out an hand that wasn't at her breast, laying the palm at his hip. A tense moment passed as the barrier of touch was broken, without the pretense of escape. Just as the heat from his body started to be felt through the surprisingly sturdy fabric, Jessica began to move her hand up and down, caressing the region next to his groin. The hunter's tempo of breathing slowed now, more audible, as he relaxed to her touch. He fingers flexed, but he didn't seem to know how he wanted to participate yet.
Jessica amped up the seduction another tick, by pulling down her bodice enough for her breasts to peak out to the warm night air. The hunter's eyes feasted upon her pale flesh. Jessica felt a blossom of heat come from his crotch. Continuing her escalation, she moved her hands to rubbing his crotch, cupping the whole of it, providing it friction and light tickling from her fingertips. Her other hand worked at his belt.

She could feel the crotch swell from her ministrations, and when the belt was freed, it slid off unexpectedly, and Jessica was gently struck in the face by the cock, surprised by its above average length and girth.
She gave him a conspiratorial wink as she continued her escalation, teasing the cloth covered tip with her lips before pulling his small clothes down, fulled revealing his flush cock to her. Giving her palm a long lick of lubrication, she began to jerk off the hunter, whose responses had begun to include a gentle rocking into her fingers. Jessica looked up frequently at the hunter as her hand-job continued. Finally locking eyes with him as she brought her lips to the cock, giving it a light suck again.

Finally she took the head into her mouth, and the hunter groaned and rolled his back, he probably wouldn't last much longer. She could see his hand tighten and grip the wall, resisting the pleasurous sensation Jessica's ministrations were having on him.
Deciding the time was right, Jessica brought out her finishing moves, consisting of tightening her grip and pumping the tool more quickly, dancing her tongue on the underside of the cock, tickling where it met shaft, and bringing her forgotten hand to his balls.

The sudden influx of sensation overwhelmed the hunter, and he broke his silence with stretched moan, as his body caved. The head in her mouth throbbed, and Jessica moved her hands to grip his clenching buttox, relaxed her throat and took the man deeper. She felt the first warm and salty splash against the back of her throat, and she fought the instinct to cough, instead swallowing, her throat muscles massaging the cock to successive smaller pumps. Jessica reveled in the control and pleasure she caused this hunter as he pumped his load down her gullet. His breathing labored, he finally relaxed. But Jessica held his tool between her lips a bit longer, as she flashed him her eyes, she couldn't read his expression, somewhere between hunger and satisfaction, which softened with their locked eyes. Gently, never breaking eye contact, Jessica slid the semi-firm cock from her mouth, running her lips in a light suction as she cleaned it simultaneously. Her show worked a little too well, and she felt the cock twitch up again, pumping a small drop of its essence onto her tongue. But she finally slid it out, and let go of the hunter, who slumped against the wall.

Jessica sat on her knees, swishing her tongue around and swallowing before readjusting her bodice to cover herself once more. Before popping up on to her feet and turning away from the hunter, uncertain of who to proceed.

Between heavy breaths, the hunter said "Laurence's balls, your welcome lass."