Angela Doll – Je vide les couilles d’inconnus dans la rue pendant que je me fais remplir la chatte

Title: “Let Me Suck You Off: Angela Doll’s Ignitable Public Bukkake Gangbang”

The sun had barely risen, but Angela Doll was already hard at work. Not at a desk, mind you—in fact, quite the opposite. The young French beauty was prowling the bustling streets of Paris, her eyes peeled for fresh meat. Not the kind you find at the butcher, of course. Angela was on the hunt for something far more delectable.

You see, Angela had a peculiar hobby. An insatiable craving, some might say. She simply couldn’t resist the allure of an eager, pulsing cock—or several, for that matter. The feeling of a throbbing member sliding down her throat, filling her mouth with its warm, salty essence… it was pure nirvana. And she was determined to taste it all.

Spotting a young man walking alone, Angela sauntered up to him, her hips swaying hypnotically. “Excuse me, sir,” she purred, her eyes locked on his belt buckle. “I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in your pants. Would you mind if I took a closer look?”

The man’s eyes widened in shock, but Angela could see the flicker of interest. She knew he wanted it just as badly as she did. “Come with me,” she whispered, grabbing his hand and leading him to a nearby alleyway.

Once behind the dumpsters, Angela wasted no time. She dropped to her knees, her hands flying to the man’s zipper. “Let me taste you,” she breathed, freeing his dripping cock. Without waiting for an answer, she wrapped her lips around the tip, savoring the sweet, sticky nectar that spilled forth.

The man groaned, his hands tangling in her hair. Angela took him deeper, her tongue swirling around his shaft. She could feel him throbbing against her lips, growing harder with each passing second. This was what she lived for, the thrill of reducing a man into a quivering, cum-drooling mess.

But just as he began to reach his peak, Angela pulled back, leaving him gasping and unsatisfied. “Ah ah ah,” she tutted, grinning wickedly. “Not yet. I have so many more friends to meet.”

And with that, she left him standing there, his pants around his ankles and his cock pulsing with unspent desire. Angela didn’t look back as she walked away, her head held high. She had work to do.

The day wore on, each encounter more explosive than the last. Angela sucked and fucked her way across the city, leaving a trail of spent men and sticky sidewalks in her wake. She did it all—blowjobs in stairwells, creampies in public restrooms, gangbangs in the park. The stranger, the better, as far as she was concerned. Variety was the spice of life after all.

As the sun began to set, Angela found herself in a particularly seedy part of town. The perfect place for her grand finale. She approached a group of young men hanging out on the corner, their eyes roving her body like hungry wolves.

“Hey there,” she said, biting her bottom lip seductively. “I bet you guys would love to see a good old-fashioned bukkake, wouldn’t you?”

The men exchanged glances, their mouths agape. Before they could even answer, Angela had whipped off her top, exposing her perky breasts to the cool evening air. She could see their cocks twitching beneath their jeans, ready and eager for action.

“Let’s make this a night to remember,” Angela said with a wink. “Who wants to be my cumdumpster?”

A cheer went up from the group, and in a flash, Angela was stripped naked, her body glistening under the streetlights. The men surrounded her, their hands groping and stroking every inch of her flesh.

The first to pull out his cock was a stocky, dark-haired gentleman. Angela wasted no time, sinking to her knees and taking him deep into her throat. He groaned, his fingers digging into her scalp as he fucked her face with abandon.

Soon, the other men followed suit, each one vying for a turn in Angela’s hot, wet mouth. She took them all, one after the other, her throat stretched deliciously around their thick shafts. She could feel the cum building, the pressure mounting as each man neared his release.

Finally, with a roar, the first man erupted, his seed spilling down Angela’s throat in thick, creamy ropes. The others followed in quick succession, painting her face and hair with their sticky essence. Angela opened her mouth, catching as much as she could, savoring the salty taste on her tongue.

As the final drops dripped from their spent cocks, Angela stood, her body glistening with cum and sweat. She grinned at the awe-struck faces of the men surrounding her. “Merci beaucoup, messieurs,” she purred, curtsying low. “It’s been a pleasure doing business with you.”

With that, she turned and walked away, leaving them to clean up the mess. The night was young, and the hunt was still on. There were plenty more cocks to suck, and Angela was determined to taste them all.

The end.