I went to visit my grammy at the old folk’s home. There I couldn’t help but flirt with her caretaker.
I am a trailer trash whore so any opportunity I get to get some dick is fine with me. When we spoke, he talked about partying and right away he got my full attention. I told Nana I would be back in a bit and her caretaker, and I went to an empty room. He made a few lines and right away we were snorting on some party powder. I felt the rush through my body meet right in between my legs. Being a druggy whore is so fun I will get high and then all i want is to get pounded. He could tell what type of slut I am and took advantage of it by pulling his big cock out and making me suck it. I don’t mind, I’ll do anything to get high. He started playing with my asshole while I sucked his cock. I knew he wanted to fuck my ass when he rubbed some blow on it. He bent me over the bed and shoved his cock in my ass while I did a line. The drugs running through my body made me fuck his cock with my ass hard. I became an Anal cum dumpster and he filled me up. We did a few more lines as his nut dripped out of me.
















I had myself a few drinks the other night and took to the town in search of someone excited for Drunk girl fucking. I get hornier and hornier the more liquor touches my tongue and I lose myself in the moment the mere second my eyes gaze upon the city and the soaring need to explore takes over. I was born in the darker parts of a place just like this, fed doubt and agony like prime cuts of meat and fruits right from the branch. If where I was born minted chaos and uncertainty for use as currency, the city I live in now is another world as alien as it is fascinating. There are still whores on the corner, they even know my name and give me tips on where to get the best dick when I’m casually talking about spreading my lower lips and sucking up a man’s thick cock where it belongs. There’s still a red-light district inviting girls like me to make some Drunk sex porn with the nearest ugly bastard or beggar, and the poor still hide from sight to hide their misery lest they be judged, only appearing to ask for help and then steal when they’re turned away by those born with gold in their boots. But these streets are clean and I’m free to have fun my way with a bottle’s nectar burning in my stomach and my glazed eyes seeking out someone to fuck the bad memories away. Here, the women look nice, the men have standards, and I’m happy to report I found a man to fuck the nighttime blues out of my eyes within only a little searching. He was happy for Ebony girl fucking, I was happy to have a reason to once again smile under the cool night’s sky. I wouldn’t call it a pleasant experience, drinking makes me a little too whimsical, but I got what I needed, he got a drunken whore pussy to pound, and I woke up feeling warm and full of joy. All around, a good night I’d do again. Hopefully this time with a guy already on the line ready to show me a good time.






