Hour upon endless hour, now well into the late evening, Goofy is no less of a machine than when he knocked on the front door this afternoon. Long gone is Peg’s hope of showing the mansion to a prospective buyer, much less making a sale, and now only hoping she’ll get home at a semi-reasonable hour. Getting back to normal hours and into bed before the sun was about to rise was the primary reason she’d gotten out of shaking her ass for a living and back into real estate.
Yet here she is, naked and sweaty, covered in ... long after the streetlights have turned on. The only difference now is that she isn’t wearing a garter stuffed full of greenbacks and her ‘customers’ aren’t college-age frat boys or fat, fresh-off-the-road truckers.
Read the story and see Peg work that azz (cuz it's Labor Day) at the $5 tier level. :P :D
Original Sketch by Nyar
Colors and Edits by Phillipthe2