Face fucking my girl with pulsating cum in her mouth (low q)
“Smak, smak, smak!” The lewd sounds of a vigorous face fucking echoed through the dimly lit room. Her eyes rolled back as thick streams of pulsating cum gushed into her mouth, coating her tongue and seeping down her throat. The Polish girl, her name was Ola, couldn’t believe she had agreed to this. To be used, degraded, and thoroughly violated for the pleasure of a group of horny men. But deep down, she loved every filthy second of it.
Ola had always been a bit of a wildcard, always craving something more intense and taboo. When she saw the casting call online, offering “opportunities for adventurous women”, she didn’t hesitate to apply. Little did she know, her life was about to change forever.
On the day of the filming, she arrived at the production studio, nervously adjusting her tiny miniskirt. The producer, a greasy-haired man with a thick Polish accent, greeted her with a lecherous grin. “Tooodee, tooodee, you look even betta in person!” he purred, his piggy eyes roaming over her lithe body.
Ola began filming right away, her innocence quickly giving way to her sordid desires. She deep throated each cock as if it were her lifeline, saliva running down her chin and breasts being groped by greedy hands. The men used her mouth like a fleshy sleeve, their dicks throbbing with wanton rigor.
“I love it when you gag on my dick, such a dirty sluuut!” one of them groaned, ramming his hips forward.
Her throat bulged obscenely as she took him inch by inch. Garbled moans spilled from her lips, perverted praise for the delicious abuse she was receiving. The potent musk of aroused men clogged her senses, driving her into a desperate frenzy.
After what felt like hours, the men finally began to climax, unleashing a torrent of hot, sticky seed. Thick ropes of jizz splattered her face, decorating it with a cum mask that she licked clean. More geysered down her throat, flooding her stomach as she struggled to swallow the immense load. Her skin glistened with juices, a true mess of a girl off camera and on.
When filming finally ended, Ola collapsed to the floor, legs splayed open and dripping with arousal. The producer leaned down, grasping her chin roughly. “You did gut, little piggy. Ve make you a star from ze ground up.” He cackled, smacking her ass hard.
Now, as the video goes live online and views roll in, Ola is seized with a dark glee. She knows the kind of unspeakable pleasure it brings her, the knowledge that countless men and women are jerking off to her debased form. It ignites something feral inside her, a need to keep filming, to keep pushing the boundaries of depravity.
She’s lost to this life now, a truly owned slut for the consumption of her fans. And she wouldn’t have it any other way. Her eyes glaze over, remembering the thick, salty taste, and she whispers to herself, “More, more, more…”
The camera pans out as she fingers herself, the carnal scent of sex heavy in the air. Her mused, masturbative motions pull at the heartstrings of the saturated voyeur, the unbearable arousal, the taboo fetishization of both the visual and the vetted fantasy in her eyes during the cum act. The essence of sex, making one moan and satisfy their soul in the midst of it.
Ola cums hard, juices gushing out to pool on the floor, then smirks at the camera before vanishing into her own lewd world. The show is over, but for Ola, the filthy journey is only just beginning.
