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“The Dildo Debauchery Diaries”
Sweat drips down the velvety chocolate skin of the ebony goddess as she grinds her thick, shapely hips against the hard, thick rubber. Her name is Chocolate, and she’s a siren of sexual sin, drawing viewers to her webcam feed with promiscuous promises. Tonight’s show doesn’t disappoint.
Chocolate’s plush, pillowy lips curve upwards into a seductive smirk as her ministrations on the enormous dildo quicken. She’s wearing nothing but a strappy leopard bra and matching G-string, her silky, onyx hair tumbling alluringly around her shoulders. The camera zooms in on her pouty nipples, begging to be bitten, before panning down to her wet, waiting slit as she.
Her pussy is positively positively glistening with arousal, the pink muscled walls clenching and unclenching but finding no satisfaction. The bulbous tip of the dildo pushes against Chocolate’s engorged clit, putting her right on the edge of orgasm with each thrust. “Fuck, baby, you like that, don’t you?” she coos at the unseen flog’s master. “You love watching me poke my pretty little pussy with this big dick, don’t you?”
She spreads her plump, pillowy thighs wider, goading the camera to take in every detail of her degradation. Her anus pulses, an almost forgettable feature of her body’s efforts to fuck itself on the object teasing her insides. Chocolate’s breath grows short and shallow as she grinds harder against the dildo. “I’m gonna cum so hard,” she whimpers like a bitch in heat, “I’m gonna squirt so fucking much baby.”
All at once, her muscles seize up. The camera closes in on her face as she throws her head back in abandon, an expression of pure, carnal ecstasy, and she does as promised. A great gush of milky froth erupts from her convulsing cunt, splattering obscenely across her mons and down her trembling thighs. Chocolate rides out every last aftershock, sucking in a deep breath as she collapses back and grins at her audience with reckless debauchery. “Hungry for more, timtimting’s?” she purrs. “Say the magic word, and I’ll fuck myself with both toys until my pussy’s gaping and leaking… I’ve got a little secret to share.”
She picks up a second, equally enormous dildo with her toes and wedges it horizontal against her drooling slit, masturbating with a look of degenerating lust. “A little something to wet my appetite,” she grins, before inserting the second phallus into her dripping quim with a moan
As Chocolate works both dildos with clumsy abandon, she whispers filthy, obsencities about her fetishes and urges for the unseen masturbator’s approval. “I should run a reality show called MasturbLists, where I train my dirty cum-addicted whore to fall for the regimes of men with big dicks,” “know what a real cock feels like for the first time on camera,” “mouth fucking will leave your slut jaw loosened and drooling like a gushing faucet.”
When she’s done, Chocolate’s entire pussy is positively pulsing, and she gazes at the camera with drug-addled eyes and a slack, satisfied expression. But little did she realize, she was actually second placeof an oral stimulation competition in 1 On 1 PvP. Even though she was hammering away with a giant double donged sex toy, she still could never compare to the fiercest dicks in the competition.
It’s the last act of the night, and had thousands of viewers eagerly anticipating the final round. The viewer count was above and beyond 220,000, and only growing by the second. Chocolate and the other girls on stage were diamonds in the rough, catering to their every dirty, naughty need. The crowd had never been so loud
The lights flicked off, only leaving the two seductive women in the center of the stage crossfading each other in intermittent red and blue light, their watchful eyes squinting and naturally glistening from the darkness. The entire atmosphere was tense and charged, sending orgasmic, giddy chills up the audience’s spine. Chocolate seductively massaged her creaming slit in her opponent’s direction before her opponent grinned back with a glint in her eye. The crowd roared with anticipation as the lights flickered back on displaying a stage of debauchery and beautiful consuming obsession that’s haunted them ever since.
This had been the greatest show on earth. The erotic spectacle was gone, the days of lustful after parties were over, and the feverish debauchery of the night can only last for so long until the final act was delivered to the viewers sleep. For now, it had to be put to an end, and their obsessions were porcelain figures of ecstasy, tightly wrapped, neatly packed, and ready to be shipped in storeboxes addressed to the imagination.
