My work phone rang off the hook today. It’s cool selling my p**** for cash is in such good busines. I need space to decompress sometimes because it gets to me. I love giving men aching erections and having their hands wander over me. It’s the impatient clients who get caught up in their mental wishlist they are ticking off in their heads which stress me out. It’s like being on my back being fucked by machine after machine like I’m a car in a car assembly plant. Being fucked and fucked and fucked again turns me on. Considerate and senstive men make it worthwhile. It’s just the minority of blundering ham fisted men who think they’re Casanova which ruin it.