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Working girl
Working girl
Standing on the corner of a dark dank lonely street, a working girl stands alone. A punter she hopes to meet.
Cars pass some slow down, you often get a looker, he just want to know what it's like, to see a real life hooker.
But then a car rolls to the kirb. The window already cracked, a short discussion on the price, then she hops right in the back.
Off they drive into the night looking for a quiet place to play, at least she's earned the baby's food, he's her first "John" of the day
After moneys exchanged, she lays back on his seat, she feels him fumbling down below and then she feels his meat.
It's over in a instant, a few shoves a moan he cums, as he pulls out she turns round, he pats her on the bum.
She turns her head and stares him down, "That costs extra mate" people usually like to slap, whilst they masterbate.
She pulls her panties back up, he drives to her corner stand, he drives off with no glance back, just as he had planned.
Its freezing out on the street, but she cant cover up, she must show what she's selling, if she wants them to show up.
Cars go by, it's slow tonight, a cop car passes by, she turns away to hide her face, the officer shouts "nice try".
He calls her to his motor, he already knows her name, he knows her, she knows the drill, all coppers are the same.
She gets in beside him, he takes her to a garage, a car park underground, its empty and it's very dark, she cant hear a sound
He unzip his flies, his batterns ready for some head, if she dont its prison time, and her child at home in bed.
Once it's done he throws her out, her knees scrape off the floor, she's cold wet and bleeding, the sad life of a whore.
So if you see her in the street, dont thinks she's selling sex for fun, she does it to get by, to somehow feed her son.
Ron
Standing on the corner of a dark dank lonely street, a working girl stands alone. A punter she hopes to meet.
Cars pass some slow down, you often get a looker, he just want to know what it's like, to see a real life hooker.
But then a car rolls to the kirb. The window already cracked, a short discussion on the price, then she hops right in the back.
Off they drive into the night looking for a quiet place to play, at least she's earned the baby's food, he's her first "John" of the day
After moneys exchanged, she lays back on his seat, she feels him fumbling down below and then she feels his meat.
It's over in a instant, a few shoves a moan he cums, as he pulls out she turns round, he pats her on the bum.
She turns her head and stares him down, "That costs extra mate" people usually like to slap, whilst they masterbate.
She pulls her panties back up, he drives to her corner stand, he drives off with no glance back, just as he had planned.
Its freezing out on the street, but she cant cover up, she must show what she's selling, if she wants them to show up.
Cars go by, it's slow tonight, a cop car passes by, she turns away to hide her face, the officer shouts "nice try".
He calls her to his motor, he already knows her name, he knows her, she knows the drill, all coppers are the same.
She gets in beside him, he takes her to a garage, a car park underground, its empty and it's very dark, she cant hear a sound
He unzip his flies, his batterns ready for some head, if she dont its prison time, and her child at home in bed.
Once it's done he throws her out, her knees scrape off the floor, she's cold wet and bleeding, the sad life of a whore.
So if you see her in the street, dont thinks she's selling sex for fun, she does it to get by, to somehow feed her son.
Ron
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