Slave Blowjob Pays For My Date

He thinks he hit the jackpot. Mouthful of me in my tiniest lace set and he still gets to finish. Lucky him. Except I’m using him. Just a cock and a wallet dressed up like a treat. I drain him, wipe my lips, and leave for a night out with the man I actually want. He pays for it. Shoes too—mine and hers. The second I say it his dick twitches, already stiff again at the thought of being used.