When Agatha's intercom breaks, she's not amused. But when Macky offers to fix it in exchange for a blowjob, her mood changes. In her cramped, cluttered kitchen, she sucks him off, her lips stretched wide around his thick shaft. She moans, drooling, as he fucks her face, her tits bouncing. The room echoes with their grunts and slurps, the sweet stench of sex filling the air. Agatha's debt is paid, and Macky's work is more than satisfactory.