<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 smiled as he thrust his hips up to meet her eager hand, and relaxed herself a bit when he seemed to lose himself in the sensation. That didn't last, though, as he suddenly grew tense again and yelled for her to stop. She looked almost hurt as she removed her hand as if burnt. She'd never had a client tell her to stop before, and she actually flinched before preparing to leave the bed and let him be.<br/><br/>However, he soon collected himself and took her hands, making her turn back and end her retreat for the moment. <br/><br/>"Sir, if you'd rather have another girl, we can do that. I don't want to force you to take me. After all, it's your money."<br/><br/>She swallowed, but looked down when he grasped her breasts, she bit her lip in desire and took the hint, holding her full breasts together with her palms. Situating herself forward, she let him slide his still wet cock into her cleavage and thrust in. She pushed her breasts in tightly around him, forming a tight sheath for him to fuck, and looked up lustfully.<br/><br/>"Does it feel good?"<br/><br/>Her voice was husky again, licking her lips and working her chest up and down.<br/></span>