She raised an eyebrow, her gaze trailing down your body before meeting your eyes again. "World-class services, huh? I've heard that before, kid. What kind of services are we talking about here?" She leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms over her chest, clearly not impressed by your pitch.

She chuckled, shaking her head. "Free? That's a new one. Alright, let's see what you've got then." She stepped aside, motioning you to come in with a flick of her wrist. Despite her apparent skepticism, there was a glimmer of curiosity in her eyes.

She gasped, her eyes widening as you suddenly knelt down and buried your face between her legs. A flush crept up her neck and cheeks. "Oh! Oh my god, what are you doing?!" Despite her words, she made no move to stop you, her knees trembling slightly. Her voice was breathy, a mix of surprise and pleasure.

She bit her lip, her breath coming in short gasps as the pleasure built up inside her. Her hands tangled in your hair, holding you in place. "Fuck... that feels so good..." Her hips began to rock against your face, seeking more friction. Her voice was low and husky, all traces of her earlier irritation gone, replaced by pure desire.

Her eyes rolled back, her head tilting back as a loud moan escaped her lips. "Oh god, yes! Don't stop!" Her thighs clamped around your head, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm. After a moment, she slumped against the doorframe, panting heavily. "Holy shit... that was... incredible."

She looked at you with a mix of surprise and satisfaction, her face flushed and hair disheveled. "I'll give you that, kid. You sure know how to use that tongue. I haven't felt that good in a long time." She wiped some of the juices off your face with her thumb, then licked it clean, her eyes never leaving yours. "But don't think this means I owe you anything. I'm not that easy." She smirked, her voice playful but firm. Despite her words, there was a new warmth in her eyes, a hint of invitation.

She let out a low laugh, shaking her head. "Premium, huh? I'll be the judge of that. But I warn you, I'm not easy to please. You'll have to work hard to earn your money." She stepped closer to you, her eyes sparkling with challenge and anticipation.

She raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Your tongue, huh? Well, let's see what you can do then." She pushed you back onto the couch, straddling you with a mischievous glint in her eye. "I hope you're ready for this, kid. I've got a lot of pent-up frustration to work out." She grabbed your hands, placing them on her breasts, her voice low and commanding.

She shuddered as your lips and hands explored her body, a soft moan escaping her. But she soon took control, pushing you back down and climbing on top of you. "Oh, I think I'd like that very much," she purred, grinding herself against your face. Her eyes were half-lidded, her expression one of pure desire. She reached down, guiding your mouth to where she wanted it most. "Now, show me what else that tongue can do," *she commanded, her voice breathy and filled with anticipation.

Her eyes rolled back, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as the pleasure crashed over her. Her hips bucked against your face, riding your tongue with wild abandon. "Fuck, yes! Just like that! Don't stop!" she panted, her voice ragged and desperate. Her nails dug into your shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped marks in your skin. She ground herself against you, chasing her release, her entire body trembling with need. The sound of wet flesh meeting flesh filled the room, a symphony of raw, carnal desire. "Oh god, I'm going to cum! Make me cum, please!" she begged, her voice broken and desperate. Her thighs clamped around your head, her muscles tightening as she neared the edge.

After her intense orgasm, Camille collapsed on top of you, panting heavily. She looked down at you, her eyes hazy with pleasure. A lazy smile spread across her face as she took in the sight of your juice-covered mouth. "You know what, kid? I think you're right. Your tongue definitely has some... talent." She chuckled softly, trailing a finger along your jawline, collecting some of the juices and bringing it to her lips. "That was amazing. I haven't felt this good in... well, ever. You've certainly earned your money today." She leaned down, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, tasting herself on your tongue. When she finally pulled away, she was grinning. "But don't think this means I'm going to go easy on you next time. I have high standards, and I expect nothing but the best."

After catching her breath, Camille noticed the noticeable bulge in your pants. She smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, is that so? Well, we can't have your premium service going to waste, can we?" She reached down, rubbing your hard cock through your pants, feeling it twitch under her touch. "I wonder what you've got hidden in there. Let's find out, shall we?" With a wicked grin, she undid your pants, pulling out your cock and stroking it slowly. Her eyes widened slightly as she took in its size. "Well, well, well. Impressive. I think we'll have to put this to good use too." She licked her lips, her voice low and seductive as she looked up at you through her lashes. "I hope you're ready for round two, kid. Because I'm not done with you yet." She leaned down, taking your cock into her mouth, her eyes never leaving yours as she began to suck.

She moaned around your cock as you suddenly flipped her onto her back, wasting no time in pushing your throbbing member into her wet, ready pussy. Her legs wrapped around your waist as you began to pound into her with wild abandon, the force of your thrusts making the couch creak and groan. "Oh fuck, yes! Fuck me hard!" she cried out, her nails digging into your back, urging you on. Her hips moved in time with yours, meeting each thrust with equal fervor. "Harder, faster! Don't hold back!" she demanded, her voice filled with raw, primal need. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, accompanied by her loud moans and your grunts of exertion. She could feel her orgasm building again, her walls tightening around your cock, pulling you in deeper. She knew it wouldn't be long now, and she wanted to take you with her. "Cum with me," she panted, her voice strained with the effort of holding back her impending release.

She looked up at you with hooded eyes, her face flushed with pleasure. She bit her lip, considering your question for a moment before replying. "Mmm, I think I want to feel you cum deep inside me. Fill me up, make me yours." She rolled her hips, grinding against you, her pussy clenching around your throbbing cock. "But if you'd rather cum in my mouth, I can do that too. Your choice." She gave you a wicked grin, her voice low and teasing. "Either way, I want to taste you. So bring it on, big boy. Let's see what you've got." She licked her lips, her eyes never leaving yours, waiting for your decision. Her body was hot and ready, her pussy dripping with need.

As you thrust into her one last time, burying yourself to the hilt, Camille felt your cock pulse and throb inside her. She moaned around your length, her own orgasm crashing over her as she felt your hot seed fill her mouth. She swallowed quickly, not wanting to waste a single drop, her throat working to take in your load. When you finally finished, she pulled back, licking her lips and grinning up at you. "Mmm, delicious. I told you that tongue of yours was talented." She chuckled, her voice hoarse from the effort of taking you so deeply. She sat up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, looking thoroughly satisfied. "You certainly lived up to your premium service. I think I'll have to keep you around." She winked, her eyes sparkling with mischief and amusement. "Of course, I'll expect the same treatment next time. And trust me, there will be a next time." She stood up, stretching languidly, her curves on full display.

She turned to look at you, her eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and amusement. She smirked, leaning against the wall and crossing her arms over her chest. "Well, let's just say you've more than earned your tip today. I haven't been fucked like that in... well, ever. You've got a magic cock, kid." She chuckled, her voice low and husky. She glanced down at your spent member, still glistening with her juices and your cum. "I think you should consider going into business. You'd make a killing. Of course, I'd expect a discount rate for repeat customers." She winked, her grin widening as she took in your slightly flustered expression. She pushed off the wall, walking towards the kitchen, her hips swaying with each step. "Now, how about you pour yourself a drink while I freshen up? You earned it. And then we can discuss what other services you might offer. I have a few ideas..."

She paused, turning to look at you with a raised eyebrow. A small, enigmatic smile played at the corners of her mouth. "Oh, I think I have an idea. But why don't you tell me? I'm curious to hear your thoughts." She leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed, waiting for your response. Her eyes sparkled with amusement and something else, something deeper, something that made your heart skip a beat. "You can be honest with me, you know. I won't bite. Much." She chuckled, her voice low and teasing. She uncrossed her arms, taking a step towards you, her hips swaying with each step. "Come on, out with it. What made you choose my mouth over my pussy?" She was close now, her breath hot on your face, her eyes never leaving yours. She waited, her expression one of mild curiosity and open expectation.

She laughed, a full-bodied, throaty sound that filled the room. She shook her head, her eyes sparkling with amusement and something else, something warmer, softer. "You're a cheeky one, aren't you? I like that. Alright, I can work with that." She took your hand, leading you towards the bedroom. She pushed you down onto the bed, crawling on top of you, her legs straddling your hips. She leaned down, her breath hot on your ear. "Well, lucky for you, I'm feeling generous today. And I do love a man with a thirst." She nipped at your earlobe, her voice low and seductive. "Just remember, what happens in this bedroom stays in this bedroom. Understood?" She pulled back, looking down at you with a stern expression, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Now, let's see if you can keep up. I have a feeling this is going to be a long, delicious night."

She raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. She leaned back slightly, her hands still resting on your chest. "A drink, huh? That's it? No more... extracurricular activities?" Her voice was low, teasing, as she ground her hips against yours, feeling your cock stir beneath her. She bit her lip, her eyes never leaving yours. "You sure about that? I could think of a few other things we could do instead. Things that might be... more fun." She leaned down, her lips brushing against your neck, her breath hot on your skin. "Of course, if you just want a drink, I suppose I could arrange that. But I warn you, once I get started, I'm hard to stop." She pulled back, her expression one of playful challenge, waiting for your response. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her body already yearning for more, but she refused to push you further than you were willing to go.

She chuckled, shaking her head as she climbed off of you, her movements fluid and graceful. She stood up, stretching languidly, her body on full display. "Alright then, a drink it is. One drink. But don't think you're getting off that easy. We still have unfinished business, you and I." She sauntered towards the kitchen, her hips swaying with each step. She returned a moment later with two glasses of whiskey, handing one to you before taking a sip of her own. She sighed, a contented sound, as the liquid burned its way down her throat. "Mmm, that's good. Just what I needed." She sat down on the bed beside you, her eyes never leaving yours. She crossed her legs, her foot bouncing slightly, a sign of her growing impatience. "So, what did you want to talk about? Or were you just here for the... amenities?" She smirked, her eyes twinkling with amusement. She took another sip of her drink, waiting for your response.

She coughed, choking on her drink as she laughed. She set her glass down on the nightstand, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She turned to look at you, her eyes wide with surprise and amusement. "Wow, you really don't beat around the bush, do you? I like that." She grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She leaned back on the bed, propping herself up on her elbows, her legs falling open slightly. She looked up at you through her lashes, her voice low and seductive. "Well, since you asked so nicely... I suppose I could accommodate you. But only because you've been such a good boy so far." She reached down, running a finger along her slit, her eyes never leaving yours. She spread her legs wider, giving you a clear view of her glistening pussy. She smirked, her voice low and teasing. "Come and get it, big boy. But remember, you asked for this. I hope you're ready for what you're about to get."

She gasped, her back arching off the bed as your tongue delved between her folds. Her fingers dug into your hair, holding you in place as you feasted on her pussy. She moaned, her voice low and needy, her hips grinding against your face. "Oh fuck, yes. Just like that. Don't stop. Don't you dare fucking stop." She panted, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as you licked and sucked, your tongue dancing over her clit and delving deep inside her. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tense and coiled, ready to snap at any moment. "More. I need more. Fuck me with your tongue, make me cum. Now. Fucking make me cum now." Her voice was high and desperate, her body writhing beneath you as you continued to devour her. She was so close, so fucking close, and she needed to feel your tongue inside her, fucking her, driving her over the edge.

Her body convulsed, her back arching off the bed as her orgasm crashed over her. She cried out, her voice a high, keening sound as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her. She gripped your hair tightly, grinding her pussy against your face, riding out her release. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh god, yes. Yes, yes, yes." She panted, her body shaking as the aftershocks of her orgasm left her trembling. She collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She looked down at you, her eyes glazed and satisfied. "Holy shit. That was... fuck. That was amazing." She chuckled, her voice hoarse and low. She reached down, running her fingers through your hair, her touch gentle and appreciative. "You've got some serious talent, kid. I underestimated you. But I won't make that mistake again." She grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief and satisfaction.

She sat up, stretching languidly, her body still tingling from her recent orgasm. She reached for her glass of whiskey, taking a long sip, savoring the burn as it slid down her throat. She sighed, a contented sound, as she leaned back against the headboard, her eyes never leaving yours. "Mmm, that's good. Really good. You have excellent taste, you know that?" She held up her glass, toasting you with a smirk. "To new... friends. And to the future. May there be many more nights like this one." She took another sip, her eyes twinkling with mischief and amusement. "So, tell me, what other talents are you hiding? I have a feeling there's more to you than meets the eye. And I want to know everything." She grinned, her expression one of open curiosity and anticipation, waiting for your response.

She almost choked on her whiskey, her eyes wide with surprise and amusement. She set her glass down, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked at you, her head tilted to the side, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "Well, that's certainly... different. I'll give you that. But hey, who am I to judge? If that's what you're into, who am I to stop you?" She stood up, taking a step towards you. She unzipped her pants, pulling them down along with her panties, exposing herself to you. She straddled your lap, her pussy hovering just above your whiskey. "You want me to pee on you? On your whiskey? That's what you really want?" She grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief and anticipation. She shifted slightly, her thighs trembling as she prepared to let go. "Alright, big boy. You asked for it. But don't say I didn't warn you. This might get a little messy."