Prostitute after the paid street and fucked in the car in the parking lot. Escort

The night is a thick, wet blanket of darkness, the streetlights casting a grimy glow over the deserted parking lot. She steps out of the shadows, a silhouette of sin wrapped in a tight, white dress that clings to her curves like a second skin. Her heels click sharply on the asphalt, echoing through the empty lot. She slides into the car, the interior light casting harsh shadows on her face. “Let’s get this over with,” she growls, her voice a raspy whisper. She hikes up her dress, revealing her bare cunt, already glistening with slick arousal. She straddles him, her eyes locking onto his. She grabs his cock, hard and throbbing, and guides it into her wet pussy. She starts to ride him, her hips moving in a brutal, relentless rhythm. She leans down, her breath hot on his ear. “Fuck me harder,” she demands, her voice a low growl. She grips the headrest, her knuckles white, as she bounces up and down, her tits bouncing wildly. She can feel his cock hitting deep inside her, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She moans loudly, her voice echoing through the car.

She leans back, her hands braced on his thighs, as she continues to ride him. She can see his face, contorted in pleasure, his eyes locked onto her bouncing tits. She reaches down, her fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight, fast circles. She can feel her orgasm building, her body tensing. She throws her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream, as her body convulses with pleasure. She collapses forward, her body shaking with the aftermath of her orgasm. She can feel his cock pulsing inside her, his own release imminent. She grinds down on him, her body milking his cock for every last drop of cum. She leans down, her lips finding his in a brutal, violent kiss. She pulls away, her breath ragged. “That’s what you paid for,” she pants, a smirk playing on her lips. She slides off him, her body slick with sweat. She adjusts her dress, her eyes never leaving his. She opens the car door, stepping out into the night. She turns back, her eyes locking onto his. “Next time, maybe you’ll last longer,” she taunts, before disappearing into the darkness.