Carly Parker's tits are poised and ready to bust out over the top of her bustier like a river at flood-level height about to spill over a levee. We are several years into the future and hookers have their own special apps to find clients, called a "John Finder." Technology marches on so why can't ladies of the evening or day also find new business with the latest in scientific miracles? Carly easily locates a fresh customer with her phone and meets him for a bit of the old in-out, in-out. They hook up and work out the menu. Titty-fucking, cock sucking and "vaginal intercourse." This is what he asks Carly to sell him. What a polite guy John is. "Do you take credit cards?" he asks. "Of course!" Carly chirps. They go to one of Carly's favorite no-tell motels, a futuristic fuck chamber where she begins to suck his dick. But no matter the advanced tech or the year, banging itself will never change because the old ways are still the best. There's no app to replace sticking your dick in a warm cunt.
