Blowjob Delivery Service

Freshly divorced with nothing but a quick mouth and a bad credit score, Sovereign sized up her neighbor through his kitchen window. Guy looked like he could bench-press a fridge. She marched over, knocked twice, and when he opened she just said, "Thirty bucks, cash, no teeth. You in?" He blinked, laughed, then fished out his wallet. Door barely shut before she dropped to her knees on the welcome mat. She yanked his shorts down, took the whole thing in one greedy gulp, tongue flat and working. The guy grabbed the doorframe, knees buckling. She bobbed fast, wet slurps echoing through the entryway, spit running down her chin. Every time she gagged, her throat clamped tighter; he started cursing under his breath. Mid-blow she popped off, looked him dead in the eye and said, "Told you it was fast." Then she buried him again, nose pressed to his pelvis, swallowing every inch while her free hand fondled his balls like she was juggling stones. He unloaded with a grunt and she drank it straight—no dramatics, no chaser. Popped off, wiped her lips on the back of her wrist, stood up, pocketed the cash, and said, "I deliver on foot, by the way. Same rate, any block." Walked out before his heart-rate even dropped.