God, I’m such a pathetic, dripping hole. Today was absolute perfection. I spent three hours on my knees, my throat raw and my jaw aching, serving as a human toilet for ten massive, throbbing cocks. I didn’t get a single second of peace; I just existed to be used, degraded, and filled.
The air smelled like musk and desperation. I loved it when they called me a “worthless little cum-bucket” and a “filthy, mindless slut” while they took turns stretching my mouth wide. One of them gripped my hair so hard I thought he’d rip it out, forcing my face deep into his thick, veiny shaft until I was gagging and sobbing, my eyes watering from the sheer intensity of it.
Then came the finale. They lined up, a wall of hard meat, all of them ready to unload. I looked up with a desperate, hungry gaze, begging for it. Then the floodgates opened. Thick, hot, salty ropes of cum blasted across my face, stinging my eyes and coating my cheeks in a sticky, white glaze. It drenched my hair, filled my nostrils, and slid down my chin in heavy, viscous globs.
I looked like a fucking mess—a glazed, shivering wreck of a woman, drenched from forehead to chest in a cocktail of seed. I licked my lips, tasting the bitter, creamy residue, knowing I was exactly where a slut like me belongs: covered in cum and completely broken.
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