I Can't Afford The Packages (HARDCORE)

Serena strutted into my place a few days back, tall, dark, built like trouble, looking for a free rub-down. Single mom, dead broke, swore she'd never be back once the freebie ran out. Cute. I already knew she'd come crawling for more after I got my hands on her. Those endless legs were slick and tight under my palms as I worked higher, inching toward the thin strip barely hiding her snatch. Then there was that rack—heavy, round, real—and every sway had me hooked. I couldn't keep my mitts off them. Natural tits that size? Instant fucking obsession. Instead of charging, I pitched a trade: I massage hers, she gives mine some attention. We shook on it. Both left smiling.