As soon as they'd got in the front door, Kylie had basically ripped off Paul's pants, dropping to her knees to suck on his yummy yummy cock. He could only lean his head back against the wall and moan as her lips slid up and down his shaft, one hand playing expertly with his balls.
She'd smile if she didn't have the cock in her mouth... well, she probably wouldn't, unless it was between her tits, or up her ass, or in her pussy... Man, if she didn't need to buy things, she'd do this for free. But, she supposed, couldn't finish sucking, or she wouldn't be able to ride his cock. She had to keep him nice and hard and stop him cumming.
The nerd-turned-hooker slid languidly up Paul's body, thighs astride his erect, slick penis. "You wanna go upstairs, handsome?"
"Well, I was thinking... um..." He blushed and looked away. She could have stamped her feet and shouted. Why was he so nervous? He had cash and a cock! That's all she wanted. Unless... unless he wanted to do kinky stuff. Maybe that'd be fine, if he could just spit it out. Then they could get down to her swallowing it.
An idea popped up in her fuzzy, sex-obsessed brain. "Transform or dare, honey?"