Lana part 1

Lana moved from Chicago to LA hoping to finish her last year strong, but the internship gives her nothing and finals keep coming. Cash runs thin fast. She rents the spare room to keep the lights on. Her new roommate keeps bringing home designer bags and heels her parents could never afford. Lana asks. The answer lands flat: high-class escort. That same night the roommate offers her a try. Lana says yes. The next call sends her to a suite downtown. Jean meets her at the door, shirt open, eyes already moving over her. He does not rush. Hands settle on her waist first, testing. Then lower, thumbs stroking the dip above her hips. Lana feels her skin answer. She drops to her knees without being told. Her mouth finds him, tongue slow, careful. He breathes through his teeth when she takes his balls, warm and wet, sucking one then the other until his fingers tighten in her hair. She looks up, blue eyes steady. Jean pulls her to her feet, turns her, bends her over the arm of the couch. He slides in deep and stays there, hips rolling in measured strokes. Lana’s breath breaks each time he bottoms out. Sweat gathers at the small of her back. He leans in, lips at her ear, voice low. She answers with a quiet sound that says keep going. Nothing else matters in that room.