Cash Only

Nick Manning’s calling up his old buddy Andrea for a rub-down when Rayveness picks up the phone. He shows, cash in hand, because the wife’s started sniffing around the credit-card bill and every weird charge is a red flag. Soon as the door shuts, Nick tells Andrea straight up he wants the happy ending, and he’s about to find out how much more than that he’s about to get. She’s a brunette teen with ink crawling over smooth skin, tight body already warm from the table. Clothes hit the floor. Mouth meets cock, legs swing around, and they lock into a slick sixty-nine that’s all tongue and fingers and filthy little groans. She rides his face while her mouth works him deeper, tattooed hips rocking, spit and lube shining everywhere. Every stroke says she’s in charge now, and Nick’s cash is the least valuable thing he’s about to lose.