My Steamy Story: on a street corner where many whores sel...

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Okay, bestie, time to spill the tea on this night, no cap. I'm posted on my corner, feeling the sticky, drying cum in my ponytail—sheesh, it’s a vibe, I guess. My new tits are feeling extra heavy in this cheap latex top, and I’m low-key wondering if the pink lipstick is too much. Then this car slows down, and this dude just leans out and yells, “Hey, Slut!” I mean… he’s not wrong, IYKYK. I just shake my ass a little, my ‘SLUT’ tattoo totally on display, ugh, big yikes, I regret that so hard.

He pulls over, and before I can even give my spiel about kissing, he’s already out and pushing me against the brick wall. “Word is you swallow,” he grunts, his hand already groping my ass where the tattoo is. I’m like, “Yeah, for the right price,” trying to keep my voice from shaking. I can still taste the last guy’s cum in the back of my throat. He just unzips, and his dick is out, already hard and pressing against my glossy lips. “How many dicks have sucked tonight, whore?” he asks, and my stomach drops. I try to mumble, but he grabs my hair. “Tell me.”

So I spill. “Like… five groups? Maybe thirty guys?” I whisper, and he just laughs. “Disgusting slut,” he says, but he’s shoving his cock into my mouth. OMG, it’s so deep, I can feel it hitting the back of my throat where it’s all tender. I’m gagging, tears mixing with my dripping eyeliner, but I force myself to take it. I’m bobbing my head, sloppy AF, my neon pink lipstick smearing all over his shaft. I can hear him moaning, “Yeah, take that, you filthy cumdump.” I’m just focusing, trying not to puke, because I can feel the sloshy, warm load of all the other men in my gut.

His grip tightens, and he suddenly groans, “Gonna fill that slut throat.” He doesn’t even pull out—just erupts, shooting his cum straight down. I have to swallow fast, gulping it down with the rest. It’s so much. I feel it, hot and thick, joining the pool inside me. When he pulls out, he smears the last bit on my cheek with his dick. “Thanks for the meal, slut,” he says, tossing cash at my feet. I’m left against the wall, catching my breath, cum dripping from my chin into my cleavage. One more load. Done. I just slayed, I guess. Period.