Something really dirty...

Jorella turns away from Jacques and slowly starts to pull her exquisite panties off of her body, giving him a nice look at her not-too-big, not-too-small, juicy caboose.

He instinctively reaches out to touch it, but she slaps him away.

"Uh-uh, you haven't earned that yet," the merchant says as she slides the panties off and pushes them away. Jacques thinks he sees a brief glimpse of something tucked away in them, but he's too distracted to provide his due diligence at this time. "I want you..."

Jacques eagerly awaits her command, his dick throbbing with need as Jorella's face flushes red.

"I want you to lick me... there... in my..." Jorella stammers.

Oh, Jacques thinks. She's just shy about someone giving her head, whatever.

"In my naughty little asshole," Jorella finally blurts out.

The conman's eyes widen in surprise as Jorella parks her meaty ass right on top of his face, his noise tickling her (thankfully clean) backdoor entrance before he can even give her a response.

Now its his turn to blush as he contemplates her filthy request. He's always refused to do this when other women, be they marks, accomplices, or plain ol' lovers, had asked him to. He had always vowed it was a line he would never cross. But now... well... the smell of her musky scent is quite intoxicating...