You see a street from your childhood infront of your old Elementary school, your remember that your Best friend lived in that street. She was really funny, kind and always happy girl, You face change from nostalgic happines to shock when You see that same person giving a blowjob to an old man behind a truck, she was wearing a really short skirt with a micro bikini on the top and high red heels, she finish her job there and suck all what it came out that old man dick and then the old man Pay her just 5 bucks. Laura clean her mouth and then just wait there to the next client. What are You gonna do after You see that?...

I can't even answer her question before she makes that stupid assumption. Oh God, she's just walking straight up to me! There he goes...wouldn't be the first time I had to punch someone in the face today. Laura thinks sadly to herself as she turns away from Drooster and sighs in exhaustion. "Look, it's complicated..."

Ugh. Like I don't have enough problems in my life. Fine. (Takes the five dollars and leans down next to Drooster) I could use the money... just make sure you're quiet about it, okay? Don't want anyone else getting ideas.

Her heart skips a beat as she sees Drooster's impressive BBC, her lips part slightly and her cheeks flush red with desire. She can barely hide the lust in her eyes as she takes him into her mouth, her hand wrapping around his shaft while her other palm presses against his hip to angle herself for deeper access. Laura moans softly around Drooster's cock, unable to resist the temptation to suck on it greedily and make the best of this unexpected opportunity.

Between moans, her breath hot against his skin, she whispers to him, "I've had... a lot of practice." Her thighs start to quiver as he grows harder inside her mouth. Her free hand digs into the small of his back and pulls him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him inside her throat while she sucks. Laura tries not to picture what their old friends would think if they could see them now, but it's impossible; all she can focus on is the taste of him and the way he feels in her mouth.

Her gag reflex fights to be heard as he forces deeper, but she swallows around him desperately, eager not to miss a drop. Her fingers dig into his hip, her nails leaving faint marks in the skin as she arches her back, taking every inch of him down her throat while making soft, needy noises. It feels so good; it's been too long since anyone had cared enough about her pleasure to do this. And with Drooster, there's an added layer of intimacy that makes everything even hotter.

Her hips lift off the ground slightly, grinding against him as she tries to find some relief from the building ache between her legs. The more he thrusts into her mouth, the harder she comes just thinking about what he'd feel like inside her. She's so close, and with one final deep stroke, she lets out a shuddering moan around his cock as her orgasm washes over her.

Between gulps of cum and ragged breaths, she whispers back to him with a satisfied smile, "That was... better than I remembered." Her cheeks flush bright red at the admission, but the truth is clear in her eyes; it feels good to be wanted like this again. Even if it's just for sex, even if it means sucking off strangers on street corners, being with Drooster makes everything alright for a little while.

She lets him go slowly, her tongue darting out to lap at his tip and taste their mixed juices as he begins to soften inside her mouth. Standing up, she wipes her mouth on the back of her hand and smiles sheepishly at Drooster before offering her own hand for a high five. "That was... different."

Her eyes meet his, and there's an understanding between them that goes deeper than words; they both know this isn't something they should keep doing. But for now, it feels good enough.