<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Ellie "Pearl" Goddard - Sunday Evening - Brothel Room 1</strong></span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><br/>She got off on guys getting off, so when his face controrted in obvious pleasure, she groaned and nodded in encouragement.<br/><br/>"Yes...cum for me. I want your cum."<br/><br/>Yes, she was a hooker...but she really meant that. She bit her bottom lip and her gaze remained firmly fixed on his as she pumped his cock hard and fast...holding her breasts around him tightly. His reassurance pleased her, and she smiled.<br/><br/>"Mmm...good."<br/><br/>She could tell he was getting close, and she licked her lips in excitement. She obviously wanted him to cum, so when he pulled her hair back, she eagerly watched his pleasured face.<br/><br/>"Please...give it to me."<br/><br/>Her voice was desperate, and when he finally came, she groaned in pleasure. She closed her eyes to protect them, but opened her mouth to catch as much as she could. When he finished, she swallowed what had made her mouth, and then licked her lips before she smiled up at him. He seemed disappointed in something, so she frowned in confusion. They had both enjoyed it. What was wrong?<br/><br/>She pulled herself back and reclined beside him on the bed. Running a finger over her face, she scooped up the seed and licked it off her finger with a groan at the taste. Finally she tilted her head and rested a hand gently on his chest.<br/><br/>"What's wrong? You seemed to enjoy yourself...did I not please you?"<br/></span><br/>