Money for clothes, please?

Jacqueline stands bare in daylight, wrists and ankles lashed to a lamppost on a public street. Her pale skin catches every stare. Tommy steps up, loosens his belt, feeds his cock to her open mouth. She takes him deep, throat tightening around him. Spit runs down her chin while cars slow. He slaps her face, pushes harder, then spins her around. Rope creaks. He grabs her hips, presses against her ass. She pushes back. He slides in, rough, steady. Each thrust shoves her harder into the pole. He reaches around, works her clit, then slams deeper until her legs shake. She moans loud enough for every window to hear. He doesn’t stop. He keeps pounding her ass while the city watches.