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Toilet sex whore isn’t something I’m ashamed of. Being a filthy party whore brings ya into some foul situations. I remember the first time I was brought to a donkey show. There were all these whores young and old, lined up to take this fat donkey cock. I was there with my pimp. This guy wanted me to try it out, saying it could make us a lot of money.
I never turn down money. I am a girl with a habit to keep up with, and I like to live in luxury. So I will do whatever I can to make as much as possible. I was worried at first with all these racing thoughts. Like, what is that Donkey dick going to taste like? What if it gives me some Stds? But then my pimp shot me up with really sweet crystal, and all of that melted away. My eyes were on the prize, and my head was in my special wonderland where reality doesn’t exist.
I swear that donkey was talking shit to me the whole time I was sucking him off. Calling me a fucking crack whore. When I get pissed off, I work even harder to drain a guy’s load, human or otherwise. I must have made it shoot like 10 fucking times. All the girls were furious that I made it cum the most because I got more money than they did. So just when I thought it was over, these bitches rolled up on me. A couple of them held me down and made me suck out the cum loads inside them, and then they all pissed on me. They went beyond Water sports sex, and shit all over my pretty little face. You would think I would be so fucking pissed, but I actually fucking loved it.
Lot lizard sex get me what I’m after! When I’m high, everything feels electric. The neon lights of roadside motels flicker and dance before my eyes. I lean into the passenger side window, my tits spilling out of my too-tight tank top. The driver, some hairy-knuckled, paunchy man in his 50s, leers at me hungrily.I flash him a meth-rot grin. “20 bucks for a quick rub-n-tug, sugar?” I purr, climbing into the cab before he can answer. I fumble with his belt buckle, fishing out his semi-hard cock. It’s always the same – soft and spongy, yet rock hard the second I wrap my lips around it. I bob my head, slurping and sucking noisily. He grunts and grips my hair, pulling me down to the root. I gag and sputter, tears streaming down my cheeks. It’s a dirty, degrading feeling, but God help me, it turns me on.
Fifteen minutes later, he’s emptying his load in my Sloppy wet pussy, and I’m palming the crumpled bills he dropped on the bench seat. I hop out, already jonesing for my next fix. I score some crystal from a scrawny dealer lurking by the bathroom and head to the motel to get high. I chop up the ice and lay out a fat rail on the nightstand. It’s a thing of blush, crystalline beauty. I suck it up greedily, feeling it burn my sinuses and flood my brain with sick euphoria. For a few blissful moments, everything feels right in the world.