Showered, wearing a thin slip, Rosa cosily awaited client seven. Didn’t men have such differing needs? Some fingered her wetness, then pulsed down her throat. Cream in belly, money in bank.
Good, hard fucking suited most. Licking her clit (most enjoyable for her), before climaxing in her mouth. Tit-fucking, puerile, but uncommon. Hand jobs spread cum across her belly. But clients knew—no anal, definite.
Always, they needed their puny little dicks praised.
After number eight, she locked up, went home to her husband whose gorgeous cock took her exclusively anal, before he wrote up her exploits. Money in the bank.
