Tasha is in action!

In the first minutes, Sarah distantly watched Tasha’s actions from the corner of her consciousness. She separated her personality from Tasha's, leaving her to act completely independently, and trying not to get involved in the process...

Which, it should be said, turned out to be damn difficult - when your body is caressed by the lips of a stunning handsome man, it is difficult to remain indifferent, even if the body itself is on autopilot.

When it came to sex, Sarah at some point realized that it was not Tasha who was being fucked. Evan thoroughly fucked her. Sarah mentally reached out to Tasha in order to preserve the remnants of her loyalty to Tom... And suddenly she felt that she was doing something stupid. What kind of loyalty can you talk about after you've been fucked by more than five thousand men? Or six? This question puzzled Sarah so much that she even took a break from sex, relying on her professional automatism, which she usually did not do with this client, and tried to systematize her experience. Of course, she remembered her first one, at the age of 13. Having rummaged through her memory, she remembered the hundredth, by that time she was 16 and she was already a prostitute, despite the fact that she matured early and no one thought to check her passport. Sarah even purred with pleasure, remembering how great it was to realize that you could do two favorite things at once: fuck and get money.

The thousandth was vaguely remembered, although she then organized a celebration for herself. Anniversary. Perhaps that's why everything was in a fog - she got very drunk, left the restaurant with five guys at once, three of whom were black... And it was an orgy that lasted the entire weekend. Actually, after her, her whoredom grew into outright nymphomania.

In general, by the time she was overcome by a wild, bestial orgasm, she realized that she had lost count on client 5428, a couple of years ago, and since then she has not even tried to keep count.

Instead, she simply enjoyed her work.

...

When Evan stood up and began to dress, Sarah felt horror rising from somewhere deep within her being. She didn’t yet understand what was happening, but something made her feel that she had done something terrible, irreparable. Some mistake, some stupidity that cost her...

The thought of the cost coincided with the moment when Evan threw a stack of green bills onto her bare stomach. Sarah knew she didn't have to count it - it was exactly 250 bucks. And the moment they touched her skin, she felt a powerful orgasm. Perhaps even more powerful than five minutes ago.

She was a slut and she fucking loved it. No man could resist her charms.

Perhaps, I’ll have to make one more call and get the widower Tom on my list of clients... What, by the way, was his wife’s name... Tasha, it seems?

Sarah stretched, watching Evan leave with a languid gaze, and put her hand into her wet pussy. Evan was not bad, but she was never enough. The pussy was burning with fire and begging for attention.

With her free hand, Sarah picked up her iPhone and tapped out to her next customer in line, Sancho Morales, that she was expecting him in ten minutes. This is just enough to cum a couple of times and take a quick shower.

There was a long night ahead, full of sex and money - the only things in this life that Sarah valued,