DEBT4k. El toro bombeado se folla al deudor después de que ella le haga una mamada

In the cutthroat world of finance, where money makes the world go round and debt hangs over people’s heads like a Damocles sword, it’s not uncommon for debt collectors to go to great lengths to recover their clients’ money. But what happens when those collectors are also horny young things willing to bargain with more than just threats of legal action?

Meet Lucia, a stunning redhead working for Debt4k, an unscrupulous debt collection agency known for its unorthodox methods. With her fiery temper matched only by her fiery locks, Lucia is sent to recoup the owed funds from a struggling young man named Max.

Max, a tech whizzkid, had found himself in dire financial straits after a failed startup left him drowning in debt. When he opened the door to his dingy apartment, he was met with the sight of Lucia, her perky breasts barely contained by the low-cut top of her Debt4k uniform, thighs enticingly exposed by her mini-skirt.

“Maxтыйn,” Lucia purred, pushing past him and sauntering into his apartment like she owned the place. “We need to talk about your debt.”

Max gulped, his eyes roaming over her immaculate body, wondering how he was going to come up with the twenty-thousand euros he owed. “I… I don’t have the money yet, Lucia. I’m working on it,” he stammered.

Lucia tsked, shaking her head and making her way into the kitchen. “I don’t want excuses, Max. What I want is my money.” She leaned against the counter, crossing her arms beneath her ample bosom. “But… I’m willing to make a deal.”

A glimmer of hope sparked in Max’s eyes. “A deal? What kind of deal?”

Lucia uncrossed her arms, leaning forward to give him an eyeful of her cleavage. “If you’re willing to sweet-talk me with that tongue of yours, I might be able to… negotiate a lower interest rate. Or maybe even wave the late fees.” Her lips curved into a wicked smirk. “What do you say, Max? Can you handle a girl like me?”

The young man’s mouth went dry at the thought, but the desperate need for financial relief overrode his hesitation. He nodded eagerly, stepping closer to Lucia and reaching out to contradict her heaving bosom. “I’ll handle you like you’ve never been handled before,” he promised.

Lucia chuckled, low and seductive, as she grabbed Max’s hand and guided it beneath her skirt. His fingers brushed against her lacy panties, barely containing her soaked pussy. “I like the sound of that, Max,” she purred, her other hand fisting in his hair and dragging him down to his knees.

Max didn’t need any further encouragement. He buried his face between Lucia’s thighs, his tongue lapping at her folds greedily. The taste of her, sweet and musky, drove him wild, and he delved deeper, his fingers pushing her panties aside to give him better access to her hot center.

Lucia moaned, her thighs clamping around Max’s head as he ate her out like a starving man. “That’s it, Max,” she encouraged breathlessly. “Worship my pussy like the good little debt servant you are.”

His tongue danced over her sensitive clit, flicking and circling the swollen nub until Lucia’s hips were bucking against his face. “Fuck, Max!” she cried out, her voice echoing off the kitchen walls. “Keep going, I’m almost…”

Her words dissolved into incoherent moans as Max redoubled his efforts, his hands gripping her ass tightly as he lapped at her dripping cunt. With a final, hard suck on her clit, Lucia came undone, her juices flooding Max’s mouth as she shuddered and shook.

As she came down from her high, Lucia looked down at Max with a satisfied smirk. “Not bad, not bad at all,” she complimented, tugging him to his feet by his hair. “But the real test comes next.”

She spun around, bending over the kitchen counter and flipping up her skirt. The sight of her perfect ass on display made Max’s cock throb painfully against his jeans. “Show me what you’ve got, debt boy,” Lucia challenged, looking back at him with a wicked gleam in her eye. “Pound me until I forget why I’m here to collect your debt in the first place.”

Max didn’t need to be told twice. He unzipped his fly, freeing his rock-hard cock, and stepped up behind Lucia. With one swift thrust, he buried himself balls-deep in her tight heat. They both groaned at the sensation, Max’s hands gripping her hips tightly as he began to rut into her.

Lucia pushed back against him, meeting each of his thrusts with her own. “Is that all you’ve got, Max?” she taunted, clenching her muscles around his cock. “You’ll need to do better than that if you want me to forget about your debt.”

The challenge only spurred Max on. He slammed into her harder, his hips connecting with the soft flesh of her ass in a staccato rhythm. The kitchen filled with the lewd sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and their mingled moans of pleasure.

Lucia reached back, her nails raking down Max’s back as he pounded into her. “Fuck, just like that!” she cried out, her pussy fluttering around his cock as a second orgasm built within her. “Don’t stop, Max, make me come on that big cock of yours!”

Max was more than happy to oblige. He leaned over her, one arm wrapping around her waist while the other reached up to fondle her bouncing breasts. His fingers tweaked her nipples, pinching and rolling the sensitive buds between his fingers.

The extra stimulation was enough to send Lucia over the edge. She came with a scream, her cunt clamping down on Max’s cock like a vice. The sensation was too much for him, and with a shout, he buried himself deep inside her and filled her with his hot seed.

They both collapsed against the counter, panting and gasping for breath. But even as the afterglow of their intense fucking faded, Lucia’s voice remained hard and cold. “Don’t think this means your debt is forgiven,” she chided, straightening up and pulling her skirt back into place. “But I suppose it’s a start. Keep this up, and maybe you’ll have the whole twenty grand knocked off by the time I’m done with you.”

With a final, patronizing pat on Max’s head, Lucia sauntered out of his apartment, leaving him standing naked and spent in his kitchen. Max could only hope that their next encounter would be just as gratifying, both for his wallet and his cock.