I started my new job at the bar last night. The best part about working there is that I can drink for free after my shift. That means that I get to be the hot, drunk girl fucking for a ride home every night! Everyone loves a sexy, drunk slut begging to be dicked down in exchange for a small favor. Once the regulars heard about what a freaky whore I am, the word got out fast. My bar was lined with guys trying to get this whore pussy. There were so many that I couldn’t pick just one. I decided to let them all hit my hot cunnie and I would just catch a ride with whoever blasted their load into me last. Just like I did before I worked there, I took the whole group into the bathroom with me and went to work draining those fat dicks into my slutty mouth and holes. By closing time, I was covered head to toe in sticky cum! I was so fucked up that I didn’t even realize how swollen and sore my cum dump holes were until this morning but that’s not going to stop me from fucking for a ride home again tonight!















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.



