Extra-special service?

That orgasm was breathtaking. But it was also just a handjob, even if it was maybe the best on the market. Your cock has had the appetizer but now it hungers for the main course. "Do you offer any other services...uh, did I get your name?" "It's Delilah. And yes, I have one last option, if you can afford it." You roll your eyes at that. You could afford any service she can offer as many times as you want every day of the year. She smiles knowingly at your boastful look. "All right rich boy, come with me." You follow Delilah to the end of the room. She reaches pulls on a handle that you didn't notice before. It is small, and covered in the same dark paint as the floor. A trap door opens up, and you notice a ladder leading down. Delilah begins stepping down, and waves at you impatiently to follow. The secrecy is strangely arousing, and you feel your spent rod begin to rejuvenate.

Still naked, you reach the bottom shortly. Your eyes boggle once you get down. You see a similarly naked Delilah, bent over in the candlelight. A shaved pussy, lips engorged, peeks out at you between thick thighs and a similarly thick ass. Something in you goes rabid at her womanly, venusian proportions. Your dick bounces up and down as it hardens, nearing full capacity. Delilah steps out of the skirt pooled around her feet next to her blouse. She looks back and laughs. "That's not the extra-special service." She laughs again as your face you can't help but look disappointed. "Don't worry, this is much better than a simple fuck silly boy." Your disappointment fades.