Trailer trash whore always has a weakness for those rough-riding, tattooed bad boys. Give me a room full of dirty dicked bikers, a few lines of ice, and a bottle of Jack. I will totally lose myself in a sea of raw, animalistic lust. These motherfuckers know how to party.
They get me so drunk and high, I’m a sloppy mess of cunt. They fill my asshole with some coke and then I am begging to be fucked senseless! And oh, they deliver. Thick, veiny dongs from every direction, pounding into my sopping wet snatch like they’re trying to split me in two. I lose count of how many times I’m stuffed and stretched to the limits, moaning like a bitch in heat as they rut into me from behind.
At one point, I’m so fucked up, I barely register the feel of a fat dog cock sliding into my sloppy twat. It takes a second for my fucked-in-the-head brain to process, but by the time I come to, I’m already riding that fucker hard, my shaky legs wrapped around his meaty waist as he pounds me against the wall like a ragdoll. And they love me for it. Worship my wild, trashy beauty, the way I take their dick like it’s my birthright. I’m the Drunk girl fucking the filthiest cocks, and I don’t ever stop.
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