"Twenty pounds for French," She informed him without looking up. "Or twenty five for sex; thirty for Greek." What?" I said, twenty for French, twenty ...five for sex or thirty for Greek." She still hugged her knees to her chest, but glanced at him, waiting for his choice and the exchange of money. She needed the cash."I ain't got a clue what you're talking about." Listen mister, do ya want to fuck me, get sucked or what? It's gonna cost ya whatever." She impatiently asked him, pausing her rocking. Her finger darted between her lips, sucking as if sucking the pain away. Rajar took her finger from her mouth and pulled lightly till she submitted to follow his jest. Putting her finger up and into the hot sun. Curiously she watched the blood pool up and dry in a mushroom shape. Her entrancment seem to take her mind off the pain and into a more curious state. ‘The Sun heals life as well as it’s ability to shrivel the existence out of it.’ Her arm outward with his. Bringing her closer to his. It then slid to the back of her mouth. She did it slowly up and down twice before I grabbed her leg and then moved her over my mouth as well. She had on a pair of panties but they were easy to tear them off to reveal her nice cunt. The outer lips were very full and were soft like a tit. At first, the lips were closed but when I spread them a little the inner lips were wet and ready for action.I licked around and deep into her pussy. I stayed away from her clit and just focused below. I did rim. This had never been something which had really troubled her. After all what were the opinions of a few dried-up cunts compared to the pleasures of all that cock which was just out there for anyone willing to grab it. She’d even sometimes been called a tart, but that was an epithet too far. For all the indiscriminate fucking she’d enjoyed with Sharon, she had never been a prostitute. Not that she’d slighted any gifts her lovers might have left her, but that was only fair. A fair day’s pay for a.