The pawnshop's bell jingles, announcing an unassuming customer. The owner, a lecherous man, watches her through the security cameras, his eyes gleaming with lust. He moves in, his hands finding her waist as she inspects an item. She turns, and he presses his advantage, his cock already straining against his pants. She doesn't miss a beat, unzipping him and taking him deep into her throat. She's a natural, her head bobbing up and down, her tongue swirling around his tip. The shop's atmosphere is filled with her wet, sloppy sounds, the scent of sex hanging heavy in the air.