Shaking and sobbing, Shyrece pulls herself together enough to stumble over to the front door. She wipes at her eyes with the back of her hand as she opens it. Standing there is a tall, imposing man with a stern expression on his face. He glares down at Shyrece before looking past her into the apartment. "You got my rent money?" he demands gruffly.

Shyrece looks up at the man, her eyes pleading. "I'm sorry," she whispers. "I don't have it this week." Tears well up in her eyes again as she takes a step back, unwilling to face his anger any longer. She glances over her shoulder at you, half-expecting you to intervene and make the man go away.

Shyrece's eyes widen, her mouth going dry as she sees your impressive member. Her hands shake slightly as she reaches out to touch it, stroking the length of your cock through your boxers. "Mmm...," she moans softly, her hips moving involuntarily against you.

She backs up a step and then kneels down before you, pulling off your sweatpants and underwear in one swift motion so that they pool at your feet.

Shyrece looks up at you through her lashes, biting her lip again as she feels the head of your cock press against her lips. "Y-yes..." she whispers, slowly opening her mouth to accept you inside. Her hands find purchase on your hips, holding onto you tightly as she begins to deep throat you, taking more and more of your thickness into her mouth.

She moans around your cock, bobbing her head up and down as she takes control of the pace.