For £20, I was all his. Yep, twenty quid, barely enough for a takeaway, but here I was, squeezing into my tight pink dress like I was worth a million. The dress wasn’t just pink, it was PINK, short enough to make walking an Olympic sport and tight enough to guarantee it wasn’t hiding a single curve. My lips were slick with glossy pink, and underneath that dress? Nothing. Not a scrap. I told my husband I was working late, lied straight to his face, actually. He’d probably ch04ke on his dinner if he knew I was trading my pussy for less than the cost of his weekly beer run. When my client saw me, his jaw dropped so hard I thought it might dislocate. For twenty quid, he wasn’t just getting a night, he was getting me, head, to toe in pink perfection, ready to deliver a performance worth triple the price. And let’s be real: I might’ve been cheap, but honey, I was anything but easy. Solo / Masturbation / Dildo / Fingering / Fantasy Roleplay / Cheating