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Ah, the things we do for money. They say that "money is the root of all evil." Maybe that's so. What kinds dastardly deeds have you engaged in for a buck or two? Confess your dollar driven sins with us here and now.

- I Did It For The Money -
Straight Male / 41

She Did It To Save Money

I listed a car on marketplace, listed it about $3k to high to account for low ballers. This woman, probably mid 30s, mother, a little chunky but actually kind of cute came to look at it. I wasn't trying to rip her off at all, but she offered just under what I was hoping to get out of it, and I of course played the "oh I don't know, its in really good shape and its super reliable. Has all the maintenance paperwork and everything." After some back and forth she said she'd suck my dick if I sold it to her for the price she offered. After confirming she was serious I countered with if she down to fuck I'd go another $500 down. Seems like an expensive piece of pussy, but I wasn't exactly needing to make top dollar on the car and I actually wanted to fuck her. She immediately agreed. No hesitation. Went inside while her friend who drove her over waited in the driveway, and she was eager to fuck. She was good too. Big ol mama titties slapping up and down as she rode me, let me finger her ass when I fucked her from behind, and she took my entire load down her throat when I wad done. After getting dressed she gave me the cash and I gave her the title. Before she left she told me she really needed some action like that and she gave me her number saying she would like to do it again. I'm definitely going to reach out to her and have another go. Going to try for this weekend.

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# 75766 - by Salesman / January 2, 2025
    • - I Did It For The Money -
    Straight Male / 36

    I Did It For A Dare

    When we were in our late teens . There was a girl who would sometimes hang out with us . The other girls asked us to be nice to her . Her name was Iris . She was fat and not at all atractive . One day me and my pals were saying that i bet no one would fuck her . Even if they were paid . They came up with the idea that we all put £10 in to pay to anyone that would fuck her . It was £110 . For weeks we could not get anyone to do it . They were saying that no one would want to do it . Not expecting them to believe me . I said i would . Just brovado . It backfired . They dared me to do it . I could not back down . We agreed that i could do it anytime in the next few weeks . Over a few weeks i got talking to her and befriended her . Then i asked her if i could visit her at her Flat . When i visited her . I kissed her and put my hand up her dress to feel her pussy . I had my eyes closed trying to imagine it was a girl that i fancied . She was very wet . I got her undressed and we went to her bedroom . Usually i liked to lick and suck boobs , and lick a pussy to make them cum . This time i just wanted to get it over with . I turned her on to her front . To fuck her from the back . I fucked her and just the feel of her pussy made me cum . I got dressed and left . I told my pals what i had done . They did not believe me . No matter what i told them . Then one of the other girls said you are not going to believe this . Rory fucked Iris . She is bragging to us about it . I got my money . For a time after they all made fun of me for doing it .

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    # 75662 - by Rory / December 29, 2024
    - I Did It For The Money -
    Lesbian Female / 44

    Did What I Had To

    So for a couple of years now my boss and I have a routine. Twice a week we have a conference call that takes around an hour some days a little more. I really don’t have to be there but I’m there for oral support. See we were having layoffs a couple of years back and I was on the chopping block. Pay is good and close to home hours work especially now. I was brought in and as he talked i pretty much dropped to my knees and offered my mouth up. It was a last resort and my boss is not ugly at all. Married with 2 kids and a wife that’s a prude. I’m married as well with kids and hubby who loves me dearly. My recent pay hike has recently helped out at home. With that said I have gone from bjs to full blown fucking. Nothing is off limits now but it was well worth it financially. I’m not a super model I’m 5 foot 3 170 lbs and am a little chubby but have good curves. When I’m all dressed up I still turn heads weather it’s my large tits or ass people seem to enjoy how I look. Our team went to Vegas 4 of us for a conference. We were seen at the conference and dinner and after that the boss and I would spend time together. He had me dress up slutty and took me out parading his slut when he was satisfied showing me off he took me back to our room and made me earn my bonus. I was bruised up and fucked in every which was you could think of for 3 straight nights. I have swallowed more cum these last 2 years then never have before. He picked out my outfit for our company holiday party which my husband attended with me. He hand delivered my bonus while railing my ass in the spare empty room next to the banquet hall our party was held in. Red skirt low cut sweater no panties. The walls where thin you could hear people talking and the music was loud enough that no one could hear my grunts. He had to have all 3 holes. I sucked he fucked and came in my rear. I kept having to excuse myself and wipe up my rear. I leaked a lot. My husband got sloppy seconds that night. He didn’t notice as it was dark and prefers my pussy anyways. Bossman took a selfie while he was railing my rear we where body to body and with one hand he took a pic while the other squeezed my tit and I pushed back and forth. I know I’m probably going to be called a slut and whore but the money is well worth it and I still live my husband and family.

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    # 75644 - by Chubby Jess / December 28, 2024
    • - I Did It For The Money -
    Straight Female / 57

    GILF Confessing 2

    Since I've had good feedback through the gr**e vine from my first confession, (# 74907) I'll tell you some more.

    This again is from when I was with Dave.

    Maybe somebody out there knows and can tell me, but,Dave used to drive me in his lorry up to Watford. We'd park up in a big car park.I'm no good at directions so I couldn't tell you any more than it was a really big car park in Watford.Petrol station at one side.

    Anyways, Dave had a mattress in back of his lorry and I was entertain his friends again.

    He told me they were his mates, but, I knew they all couldn't have known him, but, I got that that is just how it worked for him.I wasn't going to mince words.I was all tarted up as usual, but, when we did this, I was to put on about double the make up I usually wore and I wasn't shy of putting enough on to make sure I looked the tart,best of times.

    Over space of a couple of summers, I must have done about 50 or 60 guys, as back of Dave's lorry,with both back doors wide open, faced a field.I'm my back or on all fours, I just didn't want to let him down.

    I do remember polaroid camera getting used a lot back then.And it wasn't like it is today camera in everybody's pockets.When someone had a camera, you tended to pose a bit.Make it special.

    Dave would tease me just a bit,that even with a cock in me, I was a show off.

    Another time, Dave took me and my son to a holiday camp (I won't name) and he asked me to get to know the entertainer in very good shape, that was dressed as Tarzan.

    This was because as he came around through the tables, sitting on peoples laps for a photographs,I shot Dave a look as if to ask him Yes or No.

    Dave gave me a wink and that's all I needed to know.We saw a couple of women who laps he sat on make a big playful scene, like, Yes please!!!. All giggles. I almost sneered at them,as they're the sort, whose husbands come pay to see me, because the fancy never takes them!.

    As Tarzan got closer, I made sure to catch his eye as he got closer and as he sat on my lap,I put my arms around him and made a real grab at his loincloth (Cock).I could feel he had a generous helping!.When the photographer aimed his camera at us, I pretended to clumsily open my legs from him sitting on my lap, but, I noticed he must have seen something he liked, because unlike all the snaps he took so far,he took a step forward and leaned down to take this snap.(This all happened in seconds, but,photographer seemed almost panic'd as if he thought he'd miss the shot he wanted.I made sure in those few seconds he got what he wanted on film!)

    Me laughing away like all those around me,all in good fun.But, Tarzan stopped dead for a long second as he realised what I was like, him shooting Dave a look as if to say, Are you sure!!!.Can you see what she is doing???

    Dave just looked at Tarzan as if to say, Thats my girl.

    Anyway, 15 minutes later, Tarzan was all dressed and back at our table and asking where to send the photograph should it come out ok. But, I got straight to the point and Tarzan fucked me in our chalet. When I left the hall with him,I was getting very suspicious looks, but that was nothing compared to looks I got half hour later walking back into the hall,all dishevelled and make up smudged and smeared.One woman even snapped her head away, as if to say, "She did, the dirty cow".

    I tried to catch her eye again,rest of evening, as if to say, Yeah,I bloody well did,what of it". But I couldn't get he to look at me.Hahaha

    I did think to fix my make up,but, I knew Dave would prefer it if I didn't!.

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    # 75606 - by BarmaidN18 / December 26, 2024
    - I Did It For The Money -
    Straight Female / 27

    The Money Was Great But….

    A little over a year ago and a few months after my ex-husband and I had divorced I was struggling financially.

    One evening I ran into an old college friend so we decided to have dinner a couple of days later.

    At dinner we were catching up and I told her I was having a hard time making ends meet with the job I had. She ask if I was open to trying something that I could make excellent money at part time.

    She proceeded to tell me she had been working for an elite escort service for a while making good money. I told her I didn’t think I could do that but she gave me her number in case I changed my mind telling me I would demand big money.

    After paying my bills the first of the next month I had maybe two hundred dollars to last me almost a month so I decided to give her a call. She arranged a meeting for me with the lady who ran the service a few days later.

    I was surprised with what she told me I could make working two or three evenings a week so I told her I’d try it after I could get back on the pill. I signed an agreement covering the commission split and other expenses.

    I made an appointment with my OBGYN to get back on the pill which he told me to start the first day of my next period which was a little over two weeks away. I let the lady at the service know when I’d be available to start.

    A couple of days later she called telling me she had an out of town 40’ish regular that evening who she thought I’d enjoy who wanted an all night date.

    I reminded her I still wasn’t on the pill. When she told me my commission would be $2,000 plus he was a big tipper and she would supply the condoms so I’d feel they were safe to use I agreed.because I really needed the money. I arranged for a day off work the next day not knowing how late I’d be the next morning.

    To say I was nervous meeting the guy that evening is an understatement but once I saw him our chemistry clicked. He was a very handsome professional gentleman who immediately made me feel at ease. Being an all nighter he wasn’t in any hurry which made things ever more relaxing.

    When he finally asked me if I wanted to get more comfortable I went to the bathroom changing into a nice négligée and returned. He immediately complimented me.on my slender build then led me to the bed saying he’d be right back. He returned wearing boxer shorts which left no doubt what I had in store.

    Again he was in no hurry touching my entire body before starting the most enjoyable foreplay I had ever had. After several months of not being intimate he quickly had me very aroused.

    When he started to roll over between my legs I reached for the condom I had placed on the nightstand. When he asked if he could do it bareback I explained to him I wasn’t on birth control and didn’t want to take a chance of getting pregnant. He was very understanding so I put the condom on him.

    He took his time probably giving me more pleasure than I was giving him. Then after several minutes of amazing sex I had a very intense orgasm and he complimented on how enjoyable I had been.

    We had sex again later that evening then again the next morning before He had to leave for a meeting.

    Before leaving he placed an envelope on the dresser thanking me for a wonderful time. When I opened it it was an additional $1,500 dollars.

    She didn’t schedule me for any others dates so I could get on the pill. Then a few days later I realized it was time for my period but none of my usual symptoms.

    When I was three days late and still no symptoms I took a pregnancy test I had gotten pregnant.

    I was so embarrassed having to tell the lady and my friend but at least I had been paid well.

    Later she arranged for me to meet him. Although he had no obligations he gave me another $2,500 dollars necessary medical expenses.

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    # 75559 - by Missy / December 24, 2024
    • - I Did It For The Money -
    Bi-Sexual Female / 42

    Paid For School

    When I was a sophomore in school, I let my roommate talk me into going with her on a "date". I knew she always had cash and was out most weekends. Turns out, she was an escort. On this date she said her date had a friend who's date backed out at the last minute. It was a corporate event and they needed dates for a nice dinner and an afterparty. I said ok and went out with her. We were both dressed sexy, but not slutty. Stockings and a little cleavage in a short, tight black dress.

    Our dates were both early 30s and really good looking. I had never really thought of older men before then, but damn. Dinner was good and my date was easy to talk to. Afterwards, we all went to the afterparty at a private club. The music was good and my date was a good dancer. I was really enjoying him and didn't mind when he made sure our bodies were touching during dancing. Before long we were making out, and he asked if I wanted to go yet.

    I was really horny by then and couldn't find my friend so I said ok. We went to his hotel room and it didn't take long before I was on my knees, his cock in my mouth. A few minutes later, he pulled me up, took off my dress and pushed me on my hands and knees onto the bed. I heard him open a condom wrapper and then felt him slide into me. He had good stamina and the sex was great.

    Afterward as I was putting my dress back on, he handed me an envelope. I didn't really think much about it until I got home. Back in my dorm room, my roommate got back and asked me how it went. I told her it was great and told her about going to his hotel room. She asked about the envelope. I had honestly forgotten about it, but got it and opened it. It had a few hundred dollars in it. What the fuck is this I asked her? That's when she told me that she had been escorting since last spring. I was a bit in shock and a little pissed as it dawned on me I had just had someone pay me for sex. Sex I was going to give him anyway. She told me all about it, how she only went on dates with guys she thought were good looking, that she had rules, etc.

    The more she talked and the more I thought about it, the less mad I was, and by the end of the night, I was agreeing with her when she suggest I do it again. I ended up continuing to do it, even after she left school at the end of the year. Sometimes I miss it actually.

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    # 75527 - by Naughtymilf9902 / December 22, 2024
    - I Did It For The Money -
    Bi-Sexual Male / 42

    My Career As A Young Male Prostitute.

    Having cock in my mouth was an acquired taste. I didn't start out liking it. In fact at first I hated it. I was homeless at 15. I didn't run away from home. I was kicked out. My mom was a stripper and we lived in an efficiency which meant our bedroom was also the kitchen and the living room and the dining room. We had a small bathroom that was barely big enough for both of us when I was a kid but not so much by the time I hit 15. The part I hated the most was my Mom's constant smoking in that tiny space. I was always coughing. She said the smoke was good for me.

    Then I came home from school one day to find our room padlocked and a notice of eviction on the door. I went to the office and they told me that they had not seen my mother. I told them I had things in the room I needed and they said it doesn't matter because they already removed all our personal items and put them in the dumpster so nothing of mine was left. They also explained that technically the place was a hotel so that meant they could evict us without notice. I had a little money in my pocket and asked how much we owed and they told me that it was nothing and that my Mom had paid up but they have rules against whoring. I knew Mom was a stripper but I had no idea she was also a prostitute though I suppose I should have known. She must have been doing it while I was at school or at friend's houses. I never saw my mother again after that.

    I was aware that with my long hair and slender body I was somewhat feminine and good looking though I tried not to be conceited about it. I wished I looked more masculine though as girls seem to prefer manly men over girly boys. However I learned that could be advantageous. I hoped Mom would return so I sat on the front step of the building for hours but she never came. I had thirty dollars in my pocket so I went to the corner store and bought a sandwich and soda wondering how long my money would last.

    I figured I would camp out in the park over night and then go to school the next day and grateful I had all my school books and papers with me. I decided to take advantage of school breakfast and lunch since they were way cheaper than convenience store food. But after a week I was out of money since there was no school on weekends. I had nothing to buy food with at school that Monday and went back to the park starving for food, anything and becoming desperate. That is when I saw one of my mother's hooker friends all dressed up. She knew me so I went up to her and asked if she seen my Mom and she said no not in over a week and thought she was probably in jail. I told her about my situation and she gave me $5 to get something to eat. Then she told me about her "manager" who could help find me "work." By the next day I was turning tricks.

    I hated the first time and didn't care much for the next few dozen times but over time I gradually got used to it then I started to like it and then I realized I absolutely adored having my mouth used that way.

    I had to quit school. If I had been wealthy I would have been doing this for free it was that pleasurable to me to have cocks in my mouth. Sometimes I worked with my Mom's friend and sometimes alone and sometimes I worked with some of the other girls. I was one of the girls in the sense that we all did the same thing and all hung out together and I did pay a commission to our manager but unlike the girls, the manager wasn't interested in me and didn't consider me his property. I was sort of an independent contractor who worked with him more than for him. That said he still got 80%. The only reason I could survive financially on that was I was prolific and I didn't have expensive hobbies like controlled substance use. I never went back to school and heard through the gr**evine that my Mom was charged with selling controlled substances and was going to prison but that is all I ever heard about her after that. For the next few years I was doing about 15 tricks a day six days a week earing about $10 each time earning about $900 a week which was enough to live off of fairly comfortable even in that city. I got me a small efficiency better than what I had been living in with my Mom. I got my G.E.D. and went on to college and continued to turn tricks in college though by then I was doing it as an in call service at my place and earning twenty times as much for the same trick as I didn't have to share with a manager who would take most of it.

    After I got my BA in business I went into the porn business making CD's and posting porn on the internet. I started out doing it myself and then hired other people to join in and now I earn my living producing gay porn. It's pretty much all I know and far more profitable than fast food.

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    # 75423 - by Rocky / December 17, 2024
    - I Did It For The Money -
    Straight Female / 36

    My First Backpacker Trip Ended Up On My Knees

    I had saved up for many months working my ass off, kiosk jobs, wiping old people asses and so on..

    I wanted to go to Asia by myself and discover different cultures and explore the world.

    The money lasted for about 4 weeks and i had the choice of going home or find more money somehow.
    I had gotten to know a few men from some drunken nights in Bangkok. They were rich men finding me very interesting. They didn’t hode the fact that they found me «interesting»..

    After i told them i had to leave they were very sad and came with all kinds of offers.
    My mom called me and yelled at me for having spent all my money, that was the call that pushed me to say yes to their offers. Hours later i was on my knees sucking off a chubby man in his silk covered bed being called all types of things I couldn’t understand.

    They shared me, sent me between their houses, hid me from them wife's. All this was very exciting and scary. They bought me whatever i wanted..

    AJN8YXT3D

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    # 75366 - by Coffee / December 15, 2024
    - I Did It For The Money -
    Straight Female / 24

    The Blade

    I am five years clean today.

    Five years since I’d woken up in that dirty halfway house bed, and decided I was done. Five years since I swore I’d never go back. And yet, on days like this, the memories felt so close I could almost reach out and touch them.

    I was sitting on the edge of my bed, sipping cheap coffee from the chipped mug I bought at a thrift store last week, when it all came flooding back. The nights, the men, the endless blur of survival.

    Back then, it was all about the next fix. I didn’t care about food, shelter, or even my dignity. If it wasn’t tied to getting high, it didn’t matter. My world revolved around those tiny baggies, the ones that seemed to promise escape but only dragged me deeper into the hell I’d created for myself.

    The blade. That’s what we called it—the stretch of street where women like me lined up, waiting for headlights to slow and windows to roll down. I hated it, every second, but I didn’t have a choice. My addiction didn’t give me room to say no. Some nights i went car to car sucking dick almost like a robot just getting in a car not even caring who's dick it was, what he looked like, or if i felt safe, only caring if he could show me money and and how fast i could make him cum with my mouth to get to the next car. It saves time if you can make them cum in your mouth on the blade, car fucking takes longer and is risky but i did both.

    Some time though it was slow. I can still feel the cold seeping into my bones as I walked up and down the sidewalk, my heels clicking on the pavement. It didn’t matter if it was freezing or raining; I had to be out there. Guys didn’t care about the weather—they just wanted what they wanted.

    Sometimes, they didn’t even get out of their cars. They’d just pull up, lower the window, and mutter, “How much?” like I was a vending machine spitting out prices. I’d lean down, my breath visible in the night air, and tell them what I needed to make it worth my time. Not that it was ever really worth it.

    Hotel rooms were different. Cleaner, maybe, but not easier. I’d meet them in lobbies, trying to look like I belonged there, even though my cheap dress and shaky hands gave me away. Once, a guy booked a room in this fancy place with white linens and a minibar. I remember sitting on the bed, running my hand over the duvet, thinking how out of place I looked in a place like that.

    Then he came in, and reality hit like it always did. It wasn’t about the room or the lights or the fleeting fantasy of normalcy. It was about him, about what he wanted, and what I had to do to survive. I was a c**t to fuck to him, too most of them. I didn't matter only my three holes mattered to them.

    The men blurred together after a while. Businessmen with wedding rings they tried to hide, truckers passing through, college kids too drunk to care spliting the cost with a buddy or two to share me. They didn’t see me, not really. To them, I was just a transaction, a body to fill a need. A true cumdump.

    I remembered a particular guy who smelled like cheap cologne and asked me to call him "Daddy." And insisted on calling me his daughter name and whispered "Katie, it is our secret don't tell mommy what you did for Daddy." He was so rough I thought I’d never stop shaking afterward.

    The first time I got high, it felt like magic. Like I could escape everything—my shitty childhood, the loneliness, the pain. But it didn’t take long for the magic to wear off. After that, I was just chasing it, one hit after another, one man after another, hoping to feel normal again.

    Then there was my first time I sold it. I could afford my stash and was withdrawing and desperate. I put an ad on bedpage and fucked the first random guy that responed just for enough for a bag. I was withdrawing hard and he took advanage of me and fucked me bareback and cummed in my pussy several times. It was my first abortion not my last.

    Sometimes when a guy looks me, even now I wonder if he fucked me or I blew him. I litterally did so many guys while to high to remeber that i seriously when i meet someone if the look at me too long i can't help but feel they know or worse yet was in me.
    5 years. I the shame never ends. I hope they enjoyed me.

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    # 75190 - by Trish / December 7, 2024
    • - I Did It For The Money -
    Bi-Sexual Female / 19

    I Sold It.

    I didn’t grow up thinking I’d end up like this. At eighteen, fresh out of high school, I was supposed to be planning my future—college, career, all that boring crap my parents couldn’t stop preaching about. But deep down? I wanted more. I was tired of living by everyone else’s rules.

    I wanted to feel alive. I wasn’t going to waste years sitting in a classroom when there was a whole world out there waiting for me.

    That’s when I found streaming.

    It started with this late-night rabbit hole on TikTok. Girls sitting in front of webcams, looking cute, laughing, and raking in tips from guys who couldn’t get enough of them. I thought, I could do that. Why not? I had a pretty face, a decent body, and absolutely nothing to lose.

    The next day I googled more adult streaming sites. I signed up for a few. My username? "LunaRose," because it sounded sexy and mysterious. The first time I went live, I was nervous as hell. I wore this little tank top that showed just enough cleavage to keep things interesting.

    And guess what? The guys loved it.

    “Damn, you’re hot.”
    “Spin for us, baby.”
    “$20 if you blow me a kiss.”

    It was so easy. Like, ridicluious easy. All I had to do was smile, giggle, and read their thirsty comments out loud. By the end of that night, my top was off touched my pussy under my panties I had got $300 for simply sitting there and making myself cum while topless. More money than I’d ever made in my life, and all I did was sit in my bedroom looking cute rubbing under my panties.

    From then on, I went all in.

    I started wearing crop tops, short skirts, even lingerie, that came off early. I didn’t care about being subtle—I wanted to turn heads, make them beg for more. Toys, open pussy play, full on came private sex sessions, you name it! The tips rolled in, and my inbox exploded with messages.

    That’s when I met him.

    Andrew. Or, well, AndyB42, as he was known on the site. He wasn’t like the other guys. Andrew was different. Confident, smooth, the kind of guy who didn’t have to try so hard to get what he wanted. We started chatting privately, and before long, he became my biggest tipper.

    It wasn’t long before he asked me to meet.

    Normally, I’d blow off a request like that—too risky, but with Andrew? It felt harder to resist. He wanted to fuck and wasn't shy about being up front about it. Lots of guys promise they'll pay crazy amounts for real sex but most just talk. But then he hit my cash app with 500 bucks and I hadn't even agreed to meet him yet, if I was no the fence before I wasn't now.

    I agreed to meet at this hotel he knew about. I wore this tight little dress that barely covered my ass with no bra and a pair of heels that made my legs look amazing. I wanted him to see me and want me.

    When I walked into the hotel lobby, his eyes lit up like I was the best thing he’d ever seen. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with perfectly messy salt-and-pepper hair.

    “Maya,” he said, his voice deep and smooth.

    “Andrew,” I replied, flashing my best smile.

    We didn’t waste time with small talk. He led me straight to his room, and the second the door closed, he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me against him. His mouth was on mine, hard and hungry, and I didn’t hold back. I wanted this. I wanted him.

    And it was then I noticed his wedding ring. He never mentioned a wife in all our chats. But I was too horny now, not to mention, being too well paid to care. I remeber I thought to myself, thats her peoblem not mine.

    His hands slid down to my hips, gripping me like he need needed to mount me soon. “You’re even more beautiful in person,” he murmured, his lips trailing down my neck.

    “Show me how much you mean that,” I teased, pulling him closer pulling my dress top down exposing me young firm tits to a man more then twice my age

    Clothes came off fast—my dress, his shirt. His hands were everywhere, rough and demanding, and I couldn’t get enough. I fell to my knees grappling to get him dick out of his pants and into my mouth. He was rough and agressive fucking my face. I gagged making eye contact and he loved seeing me like that.

    By the time we hit the bed, I was completely his. He didn't even offer a condom he fucked me raw like a didn't have a say and since he was paying good and i am on the pill I let it happen.

    So i have done it with him a couple more tumes and one other fan who was local enough. But honestly I really like it and would lovr to start escorting full time. Where do i start? Anyone done this??? Help!

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    # 75189 - by Maya / December 7, 2024
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