"Yes, whatever you want," she repeats with a shiver, arching into his touch. "Just give me the money and I'm yours." She looks around again, her body tense and ready for anything that might happen next.

As Douglas hands her the cash, she feels a wave of relief wash over her as the guilt and shame of her past experiences fade away. For once, she is free to pursue her dreams and make some restitution for the pain she's caused others. But at what cost? The memory of the brutal attack still haunts her, and she knows that she must be careful not to let it consume her again. With a deep breath, Aela takes one last look around the alleyway, trying to find the courage to continue on her quest for redemption.

Her head bobs up and down as she takes your cock deeper into her mouth, moaning around it while the security guard approaches. She doesn't stop though; if anything, her movements become more urgent and needy as she draws you closer to orgasm. Her fingers curl into fists at her sides, nails digging into the skin of her palms as she focuses on pleasing you, completely submissive to your desires even in this forbidden setting.

As you come close to orgasm, she feels the security guard's presence and immediately knows that they must leave. Her head pops off your cock with a wet plop and she looks up at him, her eyes wide and pleading. "We're sorry," she whispers, "we didn't mean any harm...please don't call the police." She glances back over at you, unsure if you want to leave or try to stay.