Hotel encounter with a cheap prostitute

In a shabby hotel room, a thrifty courtesan eagerly awaits a client. As he arrives, she's ready to demonstrate her expertise in pleasuring men, hoping for a return visit and a generous tip.

In the heart of the city, a man checks into a hotel, his eyes wandering the room for something to entertain him. He stumbles upon a phone book, his fingers tracing the numbers until he dials one. A few minutes later, a cheap prostitute knocks on the door, her eyes eager and ready for business. The man ushers her in, his desire growing with every passing second. The woman drops to her knees, her hands exploring his manhood through his pants. She takes him into her mouth, her tongue working magic on him. The man moans in pleasure, his hands tangled in her hair. Soon, she's straddling him, her body moving rhythmically, her moans filling the room. Their bodies intertwine, their moans growing louder and louder. The man grabs her hips, driving deeper into her. The woman meets his thrusts, her body writhing in pleasure. Their climax is explosive, their bodies spent and satisfied. The man helps the woman dress, a devilish grin on his face as he hands her a fat envelope. The woman smiles, satisfied with her night's work.