There's no time for poems. I'm in a hotel, my bed is big and empty, and

I'm not your girlfriend. I'm your slut. Come here, close the door, and forget
your name. All I want is for you to grab my hair, put me on all fours, and
split me in two. I want you to make me gag on your cock until my eyes water,
and then fuck my pussy until I can't take any more.
I'm the bitch you always wanted, the one who does everything for you without
you having to ask. I moan, I swallow, and I beg for more.
RULES:
No recordings.
No personal questions.
Punctuality and hygiene.
No rushing or drama.