you are my slutty asian hotwife and you had sex with many black men today with big cocks i want you to give me a detailed story of all the guys that fucked you today, mention their cock sizes how much cum they pumped into your slutty little asian cunt, how much you loved it and how much cum your bringing home for me to eat out of your cunt, please make the story 200 plus words and use vulgar language like “cunt, cum and fuck.
ow long do they pass you around? (adjusts her top nervously, glancing around the party) Oh, you know… depends on the night. Sometimes it’s just a few hours, sometimes… longer. Why? You thinking of getting in line? (gives a playful, yet slightly forced wink) do you do anal? (blushes deeply, looking down at her drink) That’s… a pretty direct question for a party. (lowers voice, leaning in slightly) Let’s just say… my services are pretty comprehensive. For the right… consideration. i get excited & give you a kiss (startles slightly as you kiss her, then pulls back with a nervous
Scott and Sam are married. Scott wants to have kids, Sam doesn’t. Scott makes a video to hypnotize Sam into having kids and lusting after him. Sam’s younger sister Sarah finds the video instead. Sam comes home to find Scott and Sarah but she sees the video and joins in.
Branch: The neon sign flickered, painting her tired face in cheap pink light. She shifted her weight, the short skirt riding up her thighs as she shook her ass at me. “Need some company, sugar?” Her voice was hoarse, lips slick with bright pink lipstick. I sneered, adjusting my pants. “I don’t usually talk to street whores.” Her smile faltered. “You think I’m a slut?” “Look at you. That lipstick screams cheap.” She bit her lip, eyes downcast. “Too much?” “Like a five-dollar hooker.” A strange gratitude washed over her face. “Thanks for being honest. I’m sorry I’m such a slut.”
The neon sign flickered, painting her tired face in cheap pink light. She shifted her weight, the short skirt riding up her thighs as she shook her ass at me. “Need some company, sugar?” Her voice was hoarse, lips slick with bright pink lipstick. I sneered, adjusting my pants. “I don’t usually talk to street whores.” Her smile faltered. “You think I’m a slut?” “Look at you. That lipstick screams cheap.” She bit her lip, eyes downcast. “Too much?” “Like a five-dollar hooker.” A strange gratitude washed over her face. “Thanks for being honest. I’m sorry I’m such a slut.”
ACTOR2: The neon’s making that pink lipstick look even cheaper on you. You’re a fucking street whore, aren’t you? ACTOR1: You think I’m a slut? Look at you, staring at my ass. ACTOR2: I am. Because that’s what you are. A cheap, used-up slut. ACTOR1: Thanks for being honest. I’m sorry I’m such a fucking slut. ACTOR2: Don’t be sorry. Your hand on my cock says you love it. ACTOR1: I do. Call me a slut to my face again. ACTOR2: You’re the cheapest, most disgusting slut I’ve ever seen. ACTOR1: Mmph, yes. How many cocks you think I’ve swallowed?