The prostitute at will

[RapeMan]

I the prostitute, now it whom you will not surprise, hold of the half-country this "honourable" post, but I should be surprised, as the choice of my trade is caused not by material complexities, and physical and the main thing psychological requirements. So in what here "high", think.
To define eight hours of evening-time of gathering, the most important thing who I today: skilled потаскуха, потаскуха in corresponding прикиде, in a corresponding colouring, and the most important thing with corresponding lexicon or elite путана, and can be, not less interesting role: not skilled girl as the fates decree remained one in the street at night.
Today I the cheap whore, from the one who will bang me will take no more hundreds (roubles, certainly). That I do the first, I do not put on shorts, my elastic buttocks are covered slightly with a skirt with a smell, improbable poisonous-yellow colour, and boobs of the improbable size fall out of a top. Red lipstick, a chickie on a head completely supplement a picture.
I go out of doors, the fresh breeze caresses mine промежность in a shower sweet excitement, expectation of new not forgotten sensations.
I vote, having raised the right hand, thus the jacket is lifted up, baring the dummies hitched up upwards, a scratch of brakes, here and my first client. The question breaks from lips as naturally, as well as at each our sigh oxygen gets to lungs:
- The young man do not want to have sex?
- In a bum you will give? The question absolutely not natural to the one who says it, it absolutely still the young man, almost the boy who has obviously taken the car at the father for night to drive, probably, even without the permission, but how many impudence in its boyish voice and as its beautiful eyes have lighted up lust sounds. Well, I think, we will have fun.
- For you, anything you like, I can and suck away.
- Yes you have gone, think, I will put the member in your nasty mouth, to me any little girl забесплатно the cocksucking will make and even still will pay extra, and here in a bum, I still whom did not bang. Sit down on a back seat, whores, I hate, but painfully it would be desirable you to set.
Evening promised to be cheerful, I remember, how I once served the company of similar young children, them was three, or four, I do not remember already precisely, only then I pretended to be the innocent girl, and represent me all such pure, white these morons and directly there wear out in the car, on a back seat start to bang in the most perverted ways, have forced still миньет to do to the GAI officer who has at the wrong time stopped us, in a bum a staff have thrust, in general had fun children, truth have paid well.
Have gone out of town, a place silent deserted, have after the journey curtailed on a clearing, trees, birdies sing, romanticism, and only.
- Leave, pull down from itself rags and behind the car a cancer rise.
I have unconditionally obeyed.