Observe how some street whores behave in their natural habitat. They are as comfortable in a garbage-strewn back alley as they are in the swankiest of penthouses. Yet beautiful Veronica Rayne is no common street whore using a dumpster as a trysting place. She entertains her many gentlemen callers with style in her dollhouse-pink pad. But first, the cash, Casanova. Veronica doesn't even take off her jacket unless she has that mean green banked.
Once the crude business of your cash for her gash has been finalized, start your motor, drop your anchor and shove in, sailor. For a few dollars more--which is negotiable--you can sail your beef-boat up her rectum river, too, assuming that you didn't already erupt like a volcano after fucking her trained hooker pussy. This gentleman shot off in her mouth after he bonked Veronika's butt. Unlike most hookers, she eats cum.
Why is the hooker fantasy so popular? Cavemen drew drawings of cavewomen-escorts exchanging sex for buffalo meat. The Romans and Greeks painted hookers on the walls of temples.
Countless guys can't get the filthy, sleazy sex they dream about from their girlfriends and wives. Hos will give that to them. Screwing a ho is generally no-strings-attached sport sex. She'll do whatever kinky thing you want within reason, as long as you pay. You don't have to call her in the morning and she won't call you asking for a breakfast date. You pay, you bang, you come, you go.
Unless you're a celebrity. In that case, she'll sell the story to the tabs or blackmail you.
