Out of rehab and ready for a torn twat

Dirty phone sex

I’m officially off the wagon again and having a bumping sexual blast. Rehab’s just not for me and I was desiring to hit the streets again, hooker style. I just can’t leave. I love the fast life, cash and ass. I was bored as hell with a suitcase full of toys. Making a sloppy mess and soiling my bed. They don’t like it when all you wanna do is screw and squirt when your locked up and drug free.

 I need the real meat between my hot thighs and a good buzz on, I’ll fuck till the sun comes up.

Straight to the bar I went when the door opened up. Looking like a blond snack, tits hot, ass poppin good, I had every guys eye on my god damn hood. Bouncing big flappy jugs with my nipples pointing at all the googly eyes.

I knew I was in for a treat after men started buying me shots getting me a kinds of nutty buzzed baby. Getting back to being a paid whore i get to charge by the cock that’s gonna smash me to pieces.

Mommy phone sex

Y’all ask me my price, $100 for a blow, $200 for a fuck. Back of the bar, in your car or even at the park. I could careless, I just need you to fill me the fuck up.

Pumped and dicked one by one, my loosey goosy lips wrapped around every starving muscle that walked in. I’m so glad I’m off that damn vanilla sober wagon. Spread out, skirt up, my thirsty filthy twat taking you all in.

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