“How much?”
I placed my hand on his thigh. xvideos My tits brushed against his chest and nipples pressed through the fabric of my bra. Satisfying them kept the money rolling, especially on slow nights when gullible newbies failed to cross the threshold. Then loneliness took anger’s place. “Suck it,” I cried out. My pussy grew wetter and ready for some much needed attention. When he was naked, he stood there and watched. I only wished I could get off. I was right–solid granite. I assumed he was in town for a convention and staying at the hotel down the street. “The cop?” he asked. I was right–solid granite.
