Long ago I had always considered myself to be a relatively conservative woman. But when I first started playing with my pussy myself, a strong craving developed to have more than my fingers inside of me.
I couldn’t help but be drawn to sexy men with devilish charm and a disregard for social conventions.
I made my way down the street, my eyes darting from side to side as I looked for potential cocks to fuck. As I walked, I was met with stares of curiosity from the other. There must have been a smell on me that said easy horny whore. I was used to it by now, or at least .
Finally, I spotted a man in a shady looking alley. He was well-dressed, and I knew he had money. I walked up to him and offered my services. The man eyed her up and down, and then asked me how much I charged. I’d never been offered money for sex but it made it all the more exciting. So I told him it would be $200 for the night.
The man agreed, and we headed back to his apartment. He paid me the money and then we proceeded to have a night of debauchery. Not sure if he took a blue pill or he was overly excited. When the morning came, I thanked the man and quickly left.
As I made my way back to the street, I felt a rise of heat from my cunt. I had sold my body just to sate my horny desires.
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