he said.

His cock started every time my tongue touched him. But as soon as I picked up the tempo and quickly began to tickle it with the very tip, the guy sighed especially sweetly, and a hand lay on my head.

He did not grab my hair, did not fuck me in the mouth, but his hand clearly began to lead the process. He pressed on my head, and the member immediately found himself deep in my mouth. I moved in the rhythm that he set himself, my head swaying as his hand indicated. I no longer caressed his penis in his rhythm - he told me how to do it better.

My lips, my tongue continued to slide along the trunk, which was swollen to the limit. That faster, then slower - the guy stretched the pleasure as he could. I looked up again and again, and saw only the pleasure on his face. Our eyes met, he smiled blissfully and stroked my hair as a reward.

He directed me well, but that was not enough for me. Every day I sucked so many members, served so many clients that I knew even better than him how to drive him crazy.

I began to deeply swallow his penis. Every time he pressed my head to himself, I didn’t stop where his hand stops. Passionately clutching at his pants, I tried to take this member without a trace, and soon the swollen head filled my throat.

- Qualitatively took ... - whispered intensely guy. - I...

Without letting him finish, I began to suck as deeply and “qualitatively”. I still shook my head rhythmically, but now my tongue slid from the very tip to the base, touching most of his eggs.

Without any words, I felt what he wanted to say, so I tried to put into my every movement the maximum of passion I was capable of. Time after time his dick burst into my throat, it became difficult for me to breathe, but I saw his blurred eyes, felt how good he was, and did not stop for a moment. In the end, it was for this that I was paid, and I worked it through to the end.

Suddenly he started and groaned:

- Oh yeah baby!

With these words, he ran his fingers through my hair and pressed my head against him with all his strength. A member of one blow entered my throat to the ground and then exploded with a stream of sperm.

A powerful jet of hot liquid immediately filled my throat. She was so much that I almost choked, and the member continued to fill me. At some point I tried to pull away to catch my breath, but the guy held my head tightly. Now he cared little about his own pleasure, and all I could do was submit to him.

My strength was running out, and the black shroud began to cover my eyes when he opened his fingers, and the swollen, but not so strong member, slipped out of my mouth.

In one gulp I drank all this sperm that filled me up and was able to finally take a breath. My eyes were filled with tears, and it seems that the ink has flowed thoroughly. If I knew that I was going to have such an intense suction, I would have chosen something more resistant ...

I looked up at the client and said:

- The first time I see so much sperm.

Of course, it was not the first time, but the guy again liked this flattery.

- Here's more for you, - he stretched wearily and just wiped his dick on my hair.

He was in no hurry, he wiped it thoroughly, like a handkerchief and a napkin. And when he finally let go of my hair, they were thoroughly smeared with sperm and saliva. With this movement he put an end to this session: I served him, and he had no complaints left.

“Next time I'll try your other holes,” he said. - In the meantime - things. Sorry, baby.

With these words, he counted out a few bills, casually threw me on the ground in front of me and hurried back to the car.

"Modest" ... As soon as he was excited, as if from modesty there was no trace. I now and then come across such.I would not say that I did not like them, but each of them was a real dark horse, I would say, a dark stallion. At first they blush and turn pale, and then, as they get to the point, they almost tear my ass up to rags.

Okay, work is work.

I picked up the slightly wet bills from the ground, counted them, and, not without pleasure, hid my skirt in my belt. I felt this money through my skin, and that feeling was very pleasant.

• • •

When I got out of the alley, the car slowly drove away from the bar. The guy was driving, and another was sitting next to him, with whom he came.

There was no bald man with them.

It puzzled me a little, but as soon as I thought about paying twice for a simple blowjob, I quickly forgot that in fact I was not concerned.

• • •

The bartender lazily fumbled with the cash register, continually glancing at the glasses placed. I sat at the counter and, looking in the dingy mirror, straightened makeup.

It was morning, and after the unexpected downfall of clients, I felt very exhausted. Actually, the bar was closing, and I waited for no one else, but in my rules it was always to look your best.

It was Chelsea who caught up with us, rushing into a room with such a face, as if a UFO had landed in a port.

- What is it? - I asked, not looking up from the mirror.

The bartender did not say anything, but he looked at her with interest, leaning on the bar.

- The police in the port! Said Chelsea gasping. - All blocked, the helicopter flies! They say that a ship was stormed, shot down all the bandits who sat down there!

“Good,” I nodded and closed the mirror.

- But it's bullshit. There was a bomb! Atomic!

- What?! - We blurted out with the bartender.

- Yes. She wanted to sell some businessman, but he was intercepted. The bomb, it seemed, was disarmed, and the businessman was missed.

- Run away? - spread his hands bartender.

- Not! SWAT took the ship, and there - a corpse in the toilet. Someone cut his throat and knocked him down. Now the cops tear and toss, and late!

“Well, as usual,” I shook my head.

Chelsea and the bartender for a long time discussed the next police failure and rampant crime in the country. And I just thought that neither the guy nor the bald man with a cold but pleasant voice, I will not see.

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