I Really Need A Job

Hey guys, that new girl you sent over? Total knockout. What a rack! And that ass—damn, it's criminal. I put her through the wringer, no doubt. Kicked things off with her free massage to show her the ropes around here. She started off all business, getting a feel for the gig. By the end, though, she was straight-up begging me to put in a good word. But hey, I promised the full tour of what we do. So I haggled my endorsement for a little extra fun on the side! Steven, you'd be grinning ear to ear at my smooth talk—getting sharper every time, even if it's got that cocky edge. Anyway, she nailed the demo of her skills, hands down. But what came after? Pure fireworks. She played hard to get at first, not playing along. Didn't last. Soon enough, those warm lips were locked right around my cock, sucking like her job depended on it—which, let's be real, it kinda did. This one's a keeper, boys. Derrick