Let Trish do the dirty work this time

With a resigned sigh Trish led Sammy to the end of the alleyway. She pushed him against the wall and unzipped the front of his pants, pulling out his hard cock.

"Those maps had better be good," she told him as she dropped to her knees in front of him.

With hope that nothing more would be required. Trish began stroking Sammy's cock up and down with her long, manicured fingers. His hips jerked up against her hand and she reached up with her left hand and cupped his hairy balls, then lifted and caressed them.

With a lustful grunt Sammy reached down and grabbed a handful of Trish's blonde hair with each hand and pulled her forward. At his unspoken insistence Trish opened her mouth and accepted his thrusting cock into the moist warmth between her lips. He continued his lurching onto her mouth, fully removing his thick cock on each outstroke with an audible smack as it left Trish's lips, and then driving it back in, nearly reaching her throat.

On his next stroke he rammed so deep her nose was pressed into his dirty pubic hair and from your end of the alleyway you could tell he was close to cumming. After a couple more strokes he began to moan and increase the length of his strokes. Trish tried to survive the **** on her mouth from the uncouth informant by reaching up to hold his shaft and lessen the depth of his thrust but he slapped her hand away.

With a loud groan Sammy plunged deep into Trish's mouth, holding her head fast to his loins as his hips twitched and he spurted his load directly down her throat. Trish swallowed as fast as she could to avoid ****.

"Oh god yes!" gasped Sammy as he shot the last of his load.

Looks like Trish did what was needed and got the maps.