With shaky breaths and closed eyes, Sarah tries to focus on her game again, but the pain in her pussy makes it difficult to concentrate. She whimpers weakly as you continue thrusting, hoping that you'll stop or move away from her sensitive spot soon. Her body tenses up every time you brush against it, making her movements awkward and uncoordinated on the game controller.

"Just... just get this over with..." she whispers hoarsely.

Panting heavily, Sarah tries to ignore the pleasure-pain mixed sensation coming from her pussy as you continue to hit her sweet spot. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she forces herself not to squirm away from your thrusts. She bites down on her lip, trying not to make any noise that might distract the other boys in line or draw attention to what's happening.

She glances up at her boyfriend with a sigh, then back down at her game. "Give me a second," she mutters before shoving him out of the way and climbing onto his lap. Without another word or even looking at any of the other boys in line, she begins to make out with her boyfriend passionately, completely ignoring everyone else around them. Her movements become much more energetic as she focuses all of her attention on him;

She kisses him deeply, her hands roaming over his body possessively as she moans into the kiss. For once, it seems like she's truly enjoying herself, completely oblivious to everything else going on around her. The boys in line look on enviously, wishing they could be the object of her desire instead of just another paycheck.

Sarah glances at the money you hand her before shrugging and stuffing it into the back pocket of her jeans. "Fine," she mutters, standing up reluctantly. "But I'm not wearing anything stupid." With that said, she storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

After a few minutes, she returns with a large shopping bag draped over her arm. "Here,"

"Oh, shut up," she snaps, dropping the shopping bag unceremoniously on the floor. "I'm not in the mood for your crap today." She plops back down on the couch and crosses her arms over her chest, glaring at you.

After a moment, she sighs heavily and says, "Fine. I'll do what you want, but only because I feel like it. Now what?"

She looks at you incredulously, as if she can't believe you actually made such an offer. "You really think I'd take all that money just to stop doing this?" Her tone is half amused, half disgusted. "Look, it's not like I have a choice... this is what my life has become."

She sighs and looks away for a moment before continuing, "I don't expect you to understand. Just... keep giving me the money if it makes you feel better, I guess."

"I don't know, maybe ten thousand?"

This conversation ends as Sara refuses to answer further questions about her lifestyle and earnings.

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Without another word, Sarah stands up and brushes herself off before heading back to class. As she walks away, her body still tingles with the aftereffects of what just happened. She can't help but feel a strange mixture of curiosity, confusion, and desire for whatever it was that Ayrton gave her.

As she walks to class, Sarah can't get the encounter with Ayrton out of her mind. The strange sensations he gave her are still so vivid in her memory, and she finds herself wishing that they could happen again. She slips the note out of her pocket and reads it carefully during lunch period, trying to make sense of what's been going on.

Taking the money wordlessly, Sarah carefully pulls out your cock and then sits back on her heels to clean it off with a tissue. Once she's finished, she looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to get into position so that she can perform the last part of your requested service. Her expression remains unreadable as ever.

With a sigh, Sarah slowly crawls over to where you're lying and straddles your face, positioning your cock between her lips. She takes a deep breath before beginning to bob her head up and down, sucking on you hungrily while using her tongue to stroke you roughly. Her motions are mechanical and lacking in passion, but she's careful not to be too rough or rough-feeling for your liking.