Under the dim glow of a streetlamp, a whore in a car, a prostitute by trade, takes her client's cock into her mouth. She's a professional, her technique honed over years of practice. She starts slow, her hand stroking his shaft in rhythm with her mouth, her tongue teasing the tip. He's hard, his breath coming in short gasps. She takes him deeper, her throat muscles relaxing to accommodate his size. He groans, his hands fisting her hair, urging her on. She obliges, her pace quickening, her mouth and hand working in tandem. He's close, she can feel it. She wants his cum, wants to taste him. And when he finally comes, she swallows every drop, her eyes never leaving his, a silent promise of more to come.