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She
straddles
him
,
in
one
smooth
movement
,
whispering
,
"
I
know
,
honey
,
I
know
,
you
’
re
paying
me
,
and
I
mean
,
look
at
you
,
I
should
be
paying
you
,
I
’
m
so
lucky
.
.
.
"
He
purses
his
lips
,
trying
to
show
that
her
hooker
talk
is
having
no
effect
on
him
,
he
can
’
t
be
taken
;
that
she
’
s
a
street
whore
,
for
Chrissakes
,
while
he
’
s
practically
a
producer
,
and
he
knows
all
about
last
-
minute
ripoffs
,
but
she
doesn
’
t
ask
for
money
.
Instead
she
says
,
"
Honey
,
while
you
’
re
giving
it
to
me
,
while
you
’
re
pushing
that
big
hard
thing
inside
of
me
,
will
you
worship
me
?
"
"
Will
I
what
?
"
She
is
rocking
back
and
forth
on
him
:
the
engorged
head
of
his
penis
is
being
rubbed
against
the
wet
lips
of
her
vulva
.
"
Will
you
call
me
goddess
?
Will
you
pray
to
me
?
Will
you
worship
me
with
your
body
?
"
He
smiles
.
Is
that
all
she
wants
?
We
’
ve
all
got
our
kinks
,
at
the
end
of
the
day
.
"
Sure
,
"
he
says
.
She
reaches
her
hand
between
her
legs
and
slips
him
inside
her
.
"
Is
that
good
,
is
it
,
goddess
?
"
he
asks
,
gasping
.
"
Worship
me
,
honey
,
"
says
Bilquis
,
the
hooker
.
"
Yes
,
"
he
says
.
"
I
worship
your
br
*
*
sts
and
your
hair
and
your
cunt
.
I
worship
your
thighs
and
your
eyes
and
your
cherry
-
red
lips
.
.
.
"
