Well Paid Slut

Angel counts the cash on the way up the stairs. The rich guy left the penthouse satisfied. Now she’s back in her own flat, clutching the thick roll of bills. Zenza waits by the window, sleeves rolled up, looking like the kind of man who expects good news. She drops the money on the table. He flips through it, nods once, and the next moment he has her bent over the arm of the couch. He works her thong aside and pushes two fingers into her pussy, then slides them lower, opening her ass. Angel bites her lip. When he presses the fat head of his cock against her tight hole she exhales and takes it, inch by inch, until his balls rest against her cheeks. Zenza grabs her hips and starts thrusting, long and deep, each stroke slapping flesh. Her moans turn loud and messy. He pulls out only to push straight back in, pounding harder, making her tits swing. When he’s ready he yanks free, spins her around, and strokes his cock over her open mouth. Thick ropes paint her tongue, her lips, her cheek. Cum drips onto her collarbone while Angel keeps her eyes on him, swallowing what she can. Zenza tucks himself away, leaves the money on the table, and walks out. Angel stays on her knees, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, already counting the next night’s earnings.