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Okay, so, spill the tea, bestie. There I was, perched on this nasty dumpster in the red-light district, my tiny neon pink shorts riding up so high my g-string was basically the main character. My new boobs were out and proud, my lipstick was a wreck, and my whole vibe was ‘used-up party favor’. I’d just finished swallowing for, like, the 30th guy that night, no cap, my throat was literally buzzing. Then he slides up – dark suit, villain energy, eyes all wild. He just opens with, “Fuck, you look dirty. How much, whore?”

OMG, my pussy clenched immediately. His disgust? My kink, period. I hit him with the rizz, whispering, “I just finished my shift, but for you… I’ll make an exception. I always try to swallow.” I even told him about the 30 guys, the anal, the whole messy saga. Sheesh, his face. “You’re a fucking pig,” he snarled, but I could see the massive bulge in his pants. “Thirty guys? Do you even have a gag reflex left, you cheap slut?”

“Thank you,” I breathed, the words making my clit throb. “Say it again. Call me a whore.” He knew exactly what I was doing, trying to make his dick harder, and the fact that he couldn’t resist? Iconic.

Next thing I know, he’s shoving me against the brick wall, his mouth on mine. “You taste like cum, you skank,” he growled, and then I was on my knees. He didn’t even touch my pussy, just shoved his veiny cock past my lips. “I’m gonna throat you, you filthy thirty-guy slut,” he grunted, and he meant it, pushing deep until I gagged.

“That’s it, gag for me, you used-up whore!” he shouted, his hips pounding. I was a mess, tears in my eyes, but so fucking turned on. “Thank you,” I choked out around his dick. “Say it again!”

“You’re the dirtiest, most cum-filled slut on the block!” he roared, and I felt him swell. “Yes! More!” I begged, and he exploded, pulse after hot, salty pulse flooding my throat. I swallowed every drop, then looked up at him, a complete wreck. “Tell me what I am.”

“You’re a thirty-cock whore,” he panted, already hard again. He pulled me up, turned me around, and yanked my shorts down. “And I’m buying this blowjob, but I’m taking this ass too. Count it, slut.” As he shoved into my tight hole, I cried out, “Thirty-one!”