Deanna Loves Being That Drunk Girl Fucking

I had pounded so many drinks that by the end of the night it’s “who is that drunk girl fucking” Which is a fair question because never fuck the same guys. I find myself in a dark alley with yet another stranger. I have always been one to live life on the edge and tonight is no different. With my heart racing, I unzip his pants. He takes out his hard cock, stroking it slowly at first before sucking it deep into my mouth. My tongue darts around wildly as I teases him while also feeling up my own body through my clothes.

Feeling brave (or maybe just really horny), I suggests hey take their encounter even further – by having rough sex against a dumpster! They stumble over to an abandoned building where they grind against each other underneath flickering streetlights. His hands grip onto fences or walls for support as he pounds into me from behind , making dirty noises of pleasure that echo off concrete walls .

As he gets close to cumming hard, I beg him not to hold back! I am craving his cum and all I can utter to him is I want all of him inside my slut holes ! He obeys without question , filling both my pussy and ass full of hot cum until neither can move anymore . Satisfied but still wanting more, we collapse together in a heap next to the dumpster – laughing about how trashy their encounter was but knowing deep down that this kind of filth is what truly makes them happy . We head back for some more drinks with his cum running down my leg and I don’t bother wiping it off. It adds to the trashiness of it all.

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