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Okay, bestie, buckle up and get ready for the tea, because last night was a whole-ass mood. So there I was, on my gross little dumpster throne in the redlight district, my new tits on full display in this tiny neon pink set, my lips a wreck from the shift. Guys had been spanking my ass all night, no cap, and I’d already swallowed, like, a stupid number of loads. My throat was low-key sore, but the vibe? Iconic.

Then he slides up. Total main villain energy in a dark suit, eyes wild. He just opens with, “Fuck, you look dirty. How many, whore?” And OMG, my pussy clenched. His disgust is my kink, period. I hit him with the rizz, whispering I’d made an exception for thirty guys that night. When I said it, his whole face did a thing. “Thirty?” he snarled, grabbing my chin. “You’re a fucking pig.” A shiver went straight to my clit. I thanked him. “Say it again,” I breathed, watching the bulge in his pants get harder. “You’re a cheap, used-up slut,” he growled, and I moaned, “Thank you, sir.”

He didn’t even bother with my pussy. Just put me on my knees in the alley, his veiny cock already out. He shoved that fat head past my lips, grunting, “Thirty guys in this throat? You’re disgusting.” I gagged instantly, tears in my eyes, and he fucked my face hard, calling me a greedy cunt with every thrust. “You love this, don’t you, you filthy skank?” he panted. I nodded, gagging, my nose buried in his pubes. I could feel him swelling, and I hollowed my cheeks. “Gonna paint your tonsils, whore,” he groaned, and then he was pulsing, shooting hot, salty cum straight down my throat. I swallowed every drop, making a show of it.

As he pulled out, I looked up, a total mess. “Thank you,” I gasped, wiping my chin. “Tell me what I am again.” He was already hard, staring at me with pure lust. “You’re the dirtiest, most popular whore on the block.” I spread my arms. “Yes! Say it!” He stepped forward and sprayed another thick load all over my neck and tits. I cried out, euphoric, as I felt other men closing in, their cocks in hand, ready to add to the count. Sheesh. What a night.