Collection Of Colombian Prostitutes’ Private Sessions

I was in no position to fight it. It was a Saturday, and Rachel was working. “Uh, yeah, let’s learn some biology. It’s the first class and I already suck. She edged closer and closer the longer we sat together. I could feel my hands gently sinking into her chest meat. “Now, for your payment…”
“Wait, I thought this was a friend thing! I don’t know…”
“Come on!” She pulled me along. Is my bed okay?”
“Of course,” she replied. She got herself a stall, and while she was talking to the chick at the counter, I sneaked into her stall. Being with her for our limited time yesterday was a breath of fresh air. But if I completely cover up, attractive boys like you have less to look at. Guilt wasn’t even on my mind, though it obviously should have been. Her boobs were right there in my face. I want to spend more time with you.”
“Anything,” I heard myself say. I could see a decent amount of cleavage.