Agent meet Sexy Model on Street and Fuck her ASS for Money on Street [Fake Agent]

It’s a grimy, sunbaked afternoon, and I’m leaning against a rusted pole, playing the part of a fed who’s seen too much and cares too little. She struts up, a blonde bombshell in a tight white dress, thinks she’s got the world by the balls. I eye her up, slow and deliberate, taking in every inch of her curves. “You look like you need a break from the runway,” I say, voice a low growl. She smirks, tosses her hair. “Maybe I do,” she purrs. I grab her, spin her around, press her against the pole. Her ass grinds back against me, and I can feel the heat radiating off her. I hike up her dress, palms rough on her thighs, and she gasps as I shove my fingers into her pussy, wet and ready. She moans, pushes back against me, and I can’t take it anymore. I unzip my pants, pull out my cock, and rub the head against her asshole, slick with her juices. She whimpers, but she doesn’t pull away. I spit on my hand, rub it in, and start to push inside, inch by inch, until I’m fully seated in her tight ass. She cries out, but it’s not a cry of pain. It’s pure, unadulterated lust. I start to fuck her, hard and deep, my hips slapping against her ass. She reaches back, grabs my thigh, pulls me in deeper. “Fuck me,” she begs. “Fuck my ass like a whore.” And I do, I fuck her like the dirty slut she is, until we’re both screaming our releases, her ass clenching around my cock as I fill her with my cum.