Tinkerbell has good genes, pretty face, great legs, and as seen from her feet, great proportions and skin. School girls at 5'1 with tiny feet will look lovely, but a lot can be seen from the feet of bigger girls. Even though she could be living rough, or at least walk a lot, she didn't seem to have rough patches on her feet.
Indeed Tinkerbell looked like some daddy's princess, ready to go to the prom. Her dress bared shoulders, a straight line covers the breast and below.
I was somewhat disappointed after she took off her dress. She has a bit of breast, but flabby. It was sorry to look at such breast on a young girl. From my limited experience she's a drug addict, which explains why such an otherwise nice girl working on the streets. She also has a little belly that's a little different from those well fed types. She didn't turn me off as long as I wasn't focused on her breasts. The fact that she was an authentic street walker turns me on.
As a patron of prostitutes of all sorts, I have not much to say about morality. Even if you can eliminate all the demand for buying sex, it's unlikely she would stay at home (if she has any) and receive drug rehabilitation treatment. I can offer her some tenderness and a good tip, making her a little happier in a typical day.
She knew that I'm a decent client, a normal decent guy like any other, except that I like to pick girls out of the streets sometimes. Or should I take it back? Any guy will fantasize picking her up if only they see her in her Tinkerbell dress. She knew and I knew she is not so good a pick even as a street walker. There are better. So she was eager to please, without having to tell me and act like it.
As an experienced patron, I got naked and relaxed with my head on the pillows, spread a little like a eagle with face up. She knew what to do, putting the condom on my erect penis, and started blowing. The way her hand held my dick showed that she is a pro. You can see her in action in the private video that I will upload when I get round to it. Few hookers can please me that much with a blow job on condom. She is one of those. Her hand moved in sync with her lips, mouth and head. She didn't trick me by using her hands to stimulate me. She knew when to go fast and slow, not trying to blow me off ASAP. I patted her like a pussy cat, on her hair, shoulder and back, in the same rhythm she blew and sucked me to great happiness.
Knowing full well that she was a seasoned street walker, or just well trained in a short time because of her popularity, we don't need to pretend that we are classy or whatever. After appreciating her oral skills, I tapped her shoulder to make her stop, got up and stood on the edge of the bed. She came to me automatically, and after knowing that I didn't want her to turn over, she put her pussy on the edge of the bed to let me penetrate while I was standing. I went in very smoothly without a hitch. But what do you expect, her first customer of the day? When I started pounding her, her lovely feet grabbed my waist to stabilize her legs, and she put her hands on my tights, all showing that she liked it, and herself wide opened for me to do my favorite things. She didn't put up and resistance or defensive move, allowing me to penetrate as much and as deep as possible. She closed her eyes, not pretending that she loved me, sealed her lips tight, as if she was preparing for impact, but not biting her lips as if she was pretending to be tortured by a molester.
Her breasts was a bit sorry to look at, but not that sorry when she was horizontal while being fondled. It wasn't fondling, just pure hard grabbing and pulling for my hands wicked pleasure, that I wouldn't do that hard on a pair of decent healthy breasts. Her legs were great to look at and to grab. If she wasn't a street walker, I would love to attack her feet too.
The butterfly positions, as we were in, were good at asserting my power over her, and to check her out from head to toe. They weren't my favorite positions, not the ejaculation positions. I love more skin contact. And I also learned that positions from behind give the balls good simulations, which might explain my preferences.
When I pulled out, she opened her eyes to see what I wanted. I made a little circle in the air with my index finger, and as if that was a magic wand, she turned over, her legs avoiding my body, and crawled in reverse gear, driving her pussy into my penis. She was knelling down right by the edge of the bed, my penis in her pussy, her knees wide apart, her bottom high up. I fucked her from behind as if I am a porn stud. Indeed I am if you see the movie. Have to write more some other times.
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