How much for a ride?" Medapascal asks, eyes locked on Emily's pert ass. She negotiates, "Five hundred, cash upfront." She climbs onto his lap, grinding her hips, feeling his growing bulge. She unzips his pants, revealing his stiff cock. "Money talks," she says, lowering herself, "and cock walks." She bounces, taking him deep, her tits bouncing, until he erupts, filling her with his load. She smiles, wiping her chin, "Next time, more.