Desperate for cash, Mary agrees to meet Jason Harvery in a dimly lit alley. She kneels before him, eager to earn her pay. Her lips part, taking in his throbbing length, her tongue swirling around his sensitive tip. She moans, her saliva dripping, creating a wet, sloppy symphony as she bobs her head. Jason's hands tangle in her hair, guiding her rhythm, his breath hitching as she takes him deep.