Tongue Tied: A Depraved Tale of Oral Oblivion

I’m soaked just thinking about it: me, on my knees, mouth working overtime, sucking this guy off. He had me against the wall, my legs spread, tongue deep in my soaking cunt. Yeah, I know I’m a filthy whore, but I love it.

He roughly handled my body, pinching my nipples, making me moan around the cock head-banging my face. I couldn’t get enough of his disgusting taste. The way he manhandled me, it was like a dream—a wet, sticky, depraved dream.

My pussy was on fire, dripping down my thighs. I craved his touch, his tongue, his thick cock pounding me. He didn’t hold back, ramming his tongue deeper, making me squirm. I wanted to milk him, drain him dry.

I sucked and sucked, tasting his desperation. The guy was a wild animal, and I loved being his prey. When he came, it was like a deluge, a torrent of hot, thick cum that I savored and swallowed.

I’m still horny as hell thinking about it. Maybe I’ll find some lucky bastard to wear me out tonight. Yeah, I’m a whore like that.

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