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If a student's life had a hallmark, it was the perpetual, alarming lack of funds to do just about anything. Whether one had a part-time job on the side of the hectic, everyday life of cramming knowledge into one's skull or not, it was largely inconsequential on the whole - one might be able to chip in towards pizza or beer for the parties, but not much beyond that. Thus, to afford gadgets of the more fancy sort, there was a need to go outside the conventional work of shelf stocking or newspaper deliveries.

Gwen had two groups privy to her money situation. The local gangs, and a small cadre of businessmen, often leaving the same train stop close to her university and conveniently passing by the same alleyways every Friday. The former, she'd do the usual crime fighting with and occasionally snag herself a wallet - though people who fell to crime seldom had much to begin with.

Thus, the latter had become her one true source for a steady income, as to feed her crime fighting was the idea, with the businessmen very much eager to part with their money in exchange for certain, less savory services. Though Gwen had initially started off as a very reluctant participator, serving her first (and what she thought would be only) customer on her knees in a dark, dank alley during the night, she'd felt a twinge of a certain something during the ordeal.

A month had passed since the suited man had leaned back, and with the moonlight reflecting over his sweaty visage and a groan rumbling in the back of his throat, blasted her face with cum - more than she'd anticipated anyone capable of withholding, even with as sizable jewels as his. Whether it was the same man or not this time, she couldn't tell - Gwen never asked for their names and was more concerned with what was between their legs as opposed to their faces or identities - and its irrelevancy was promptly punctuated by his engorged member pushing inside by the motion of her hips, raw and slick with her excitement, just the way she liked it. His colleague, a rather hefty man who also seemed significantly older, eagerly jerked his thickness before her wanton face, as she kept looking up at him in the way she'd learned these people enjoyed.

The fire inside her wouldn't relent - was it worth the risk to, once again, ask for a double penetration? Judging by the man's face, and the sounds coming from below her, time was slowly but steadily running out...


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Wednesday wallpaper featuring a model I finally managed to (mostly) wrap my head around! I am off to work, but I hope you enjoy the piece in question! I've got some news regarding patreon changes this Friday - nothing major for recurring patrons, but perhaps something to consider for others.

As always, thank you so much for your continued support, and for all of your kind words! We have gotten some more blessed rain finally, meaning temperatures are bearable at last. What used to be a massive complaint in my younger years about our summers "raining away" would be a very welcome change in this inferno! Hope you're faring well, all things considered :)

Take care of yourselves, your loved ones, and each other! Keep washing them hands!
/DH

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Anonymous

Lordy me, but she's-... well-proportioned. Needs less clothes, though! Still yum.

Anonymous

Damn, my thiccness senses are tingling!

cody

Wonder how she's able to put that suit on 😏