My Steamy Story: Here I am. look at the size of those ...

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Okay, so full tea? I was working the corner in my stupid pink getup, these brand new tits feeling like they were about to yeet themselves out of my top. This guy pulls up, looking all kinds of conflicted, and we get to talking—or, more like, he gets to interrogating me about my, let's say, extensive resume. He was low-key shook when I told him about the groups, the blowbangs, the whole damn mess. Called me every name in the book, which, period, I've heard it all. But then he apologized? And his dick was so hard. I was like, fuck it, the alley it is.

I dropped to my knees on the gross pavement, no cap, it was sticky. He didn't want sweet. He wanted to face fuck me. I just opened up, bestie, stuck my tongue out like the good little street whore I am. The second he shoved his cock in, I gagged, like, immediately. Tears welled up but I just gripped his thighs and took it, my throat working on autopilot. He made me suck his balls after, and I did, my pussy getting stupid wet from the sheer humiliation of it all. Then he started tapping my head, yelling "Take it, you filthy slut!" and I knew. I braced my hands on the wall, opened wider, and when I felt that first hot pulse hit the back of my throat, I swallowed it all down, every last drop. I slumped back after, coughing, his cum literally dripping from my chin onto my new tits. My whole body was trembling. I looked up at him, my voice totally wrecked, and was like, "That'll be twenty." Iconic? No. But it paid the rent.