"Ahh I'm sorry. My husband wants to rob you. I'm suppose to fuck you hard and make you past out then we was going to take everything of yours."

Her voice low and urgent, the revelation hit him like a slap in the face. He froze, his cock still buried deep inside her. The mood shifted from passion to panic in an instant.

He pulled out, his eyes searching hers for any sign of betrayal.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" he demanded, his voice tight with rage.

The woman's eyes darted around the room, her pupils dilated with fear and a hint of desperation. "I'm sorry, baby," she whimpered, "but he said he'd hurt me if I didn't do it. But you can just give me some money and I can make sure my husband don't mess up your beautiful face."

He grabbed her by the throat, squeezing just hard enough to get his point across. "How much?"

Her eyes bulged slightly as she gasped for air. "Wh-whatever you have," she stuttered.

He pull out his cock and take aim at the methhead slut face. "You better hope your worth it," He sneered, stroking his cock. She nodded frantically, her eyes wide with fear. He knew he had her by the throat, literally and figuratively. He couldn't believe the sheer audacity of these trailer park scumbags. But he also knew that fear was a powerful motivator.

He sprays a hot load across her face, watching as she closes her eyes and opens her mouth to catch as much of it as she can. The sensation of his cum hitting her skin was like a declaration of power, a reminder of who was really in charge here.

"Here." He mutters throwing a hundred dollar of his tips from the cafe.

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