<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/77/48/08/77480803c0c0fe9399981ca732bdd25d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Billie Tucker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=254149.msg12560364#msg12560364)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>San Francisco | 8/6/17| 10 p.m.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><del>Shorts and Tank Top | Sandals  (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/78/16/71/781671e6c2ca0efdc18939663afd20f5.jpg)</del><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Ryan 'Private' Murray (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=254149.msg12560335#msg12560335)<br/><strong>Content:</strong><em>Making Money</em><br/><hr/><br/>She could still taste the flavor of him in her mouth, sweet tanginess of barbeque combined with the smoky flavor of meat. If Billie inhaled deep enough, traces of Ryan’s scent could be detected in the air around her, clinging to her clothes from their motorcycle ride together. Unlike some in her profession, she was not searching for someone to rescue her from the “chore” of spreading her thighs and parting her lips for dollar bills. She, alone, made the choice to become what she was, only profit held her chained to it.<br/><br/>An amused chuckle fell from Billie’s mouth when Ryan, clearly distracted, dropped his helmet onto the floor rather than place it upon the nearby dresser. Lifting her hand, she motioned for him to close the space between them with a beckoning motion of her finger. No shyness or shame crossed her dark blue eyes when he greedily devoured every inch of her displayed skin with his gaze. She preferred not to feign coyness with her clients.<br/><br/>“I hope you plan to do more than look tonight, Ryan,” she teased, hands still fiddling with the button at her skintight shorts. Even if he wanted to stroke to her masturbating or something along those lines, she could not resist taunting him in the hopes that he might be goaded into something more physical. “And here I thought you wanted to get your dick with something more than lube and spit.”<br/><br/>Whether or not her words delivered the right amount of urgency remained unclear. Figuring it out took a backseat to more pressing matters, like how wet her panties became when he strode confidently towards her with stark need etched across his face. Billie whimpered involuntarily, hands winding around his neck, as she found herself leaning up in order to meet his mouth halfway. Annoyance faintly stirred within her when those calloused hands turned out to be gentler than she expected.<br/><br/>Too experienced to display her true emotions, she permitted him to guide the pace, craning her head back to grant him easier access to her neck. Her teeth greeted his mouth when he returned from adorning her skin with soft kisses, nipping at his lower lip with a soft growl. Satin, pink panties were revealed when he slipped her shorts down her legs. As he kissed her, Billie maneuvered them around a little until his back was to the bed. Then, with a push of her hand against his chest, she shoved him down onto the bed with a little grin.<br/><br/>“Oops.” She was not the least bit sorry about her actions and did not look like it either. Kneeling onto the floor in front of him, she positioned herself in between his legs, eyes locked on his face. “Watch me. Don’t close your eyes.”<br/><br/>It was a simple instruction, given as she stroked his thick cock through the dark denim of his jeans. Only then did she tug his pants down enough to grant herself the ability to take hold of his cock from his boxers. Exposed to the chilled air within the room, Billie rolled her thumb in a circular pattern around the hardened tip with a slow drag of her tongue across the seam of her mouth. She kept her hand at the base of his dick when she wrapped her mouth around the head, hollowing her cheeks with a satisfied moan.<br/>