Head from strippers after she gets off work

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After a long night of dancing and teasing horny men at the strip club, Crimson finally clocked out, her voluptuous figure still clad in nothing but a flimsy, pink G-string and blood-red six-inch heels. Her ample, all-natural breasts bounced slightly as she made her way to the dressing room, collecting her clothes and stuffing her bra and panties into a small purse.

Crimson had always been a naughty girl, even before taking up the stage name “Crimson” and working as an exotic dancer to pay her way through college. With her fiery red hair, sultry green eyes, and an ass that just wouldn’t quit, she had been born with the perfect attributes for the occupation. And discuss do her clients appreciate it.

As the dressing room door swung shut behind her, Crimson began carefully removing her sparkly pasties, unsnapping her silver nipple tassels and setting them on the vanity. She had always taken pride in her work, giving the men gyrating against her G-string prove their money’s worth. It was a hard job, but someone’s gotta do it. And this sexy minx didn’t mind writhing and grinding up on their laps, plastering her large, soft tits against their faces, letting them inhale her sweet, perfume-scented skin.

Lord knows she had basically swallowed enough cocks to charge her tuition. Crimson walked barefoot to the break room, guzzling down a Club soda while idly scrolling through her phone. She had an app for sex workers that helped her make the most of her shifts. With a few quick taps, she scheduled a “idental” appointment for 11:30 p.m. – a blowjob session for one of her regulars that would neutralize a chunk of her semester’s tuition bill.

Thinking of cocks that would soon be throbbing and pulsing in her skilled mouth made Crimson’s pussy twitch and tingle. She couldn’t deny that part of her loved her job – the power, the illicit nature of it, the sexual freedom of treating a man’s member as a damn baseball bat. Spitting on it, slobbering all over it, burying her mouth on it until the poor bastard cumming thick, creamy strands of jizz down her throat. Bottoms up.

Crimson finished her drink and checked her makeup one last time in the break room mirror. Even after a long shift, with stage makeup smeared and her signature hairdo becoming unravel, she was still a knockout. With a smoldering, parted-lipped smile, Crimson grabbed her tiny sequin purse and sauntered out of the club, ready for her appointment.

30 minutes later, she was sucking off Mr. Johnson (not his real name) in his living room while his unsuspecting wife and kids slept upstairs. Crimson went to town on his schlong, devouring his 8-inch cock with deep, wet slurping noises. She opened wide, taking his bulbous cockhead past her lips to the throat every time, gagging and slurping.

Grabbing a fistful of his hair, Crimson purred in between hoovering his dick, “Mmmm fuck that huge cock down my slutty throat, papi! I love choking on your fat meat! Give me all your cum!”

Crimson pulled her head off with a slick “pop” and gasped for air while jerking his dick. “Fuck this slut’s mouth!” she said huskily. “Gonna make you cum so fucking hard!” Sliding the head back in, she took the whole thing to the root again. Her throat muscles squeezed and pulsed around his shaft.

This went on for a good 10 minutes, Crimson’s head bobbing up and down on his cock, tongue whipping the underside, spit roping down to pool on his balls. His cock was rock hard, slick with her spit. She was ready for him to nut. Withdrawing, she jerked him faster. “Do it! Fucking cum NOW! Paint this naughty girl’s face! Cover her titties in your fucking spunk!” Crimson shouted.

And he did. Creamy ropes of cum arch into the air and landed on her heaving breasts and face. Crimson kept pumping him, the last drops oozing out to drop on his carpet. When he went soft, she gave his cockhead a couple more licks and pops. Rising, the cum-coated nympth announced, “Mmmm, always a pleasure, Mr. Johnson,” before sashaying out his front door and going home to clean up for the next shift. Another day (and night) of sin and gluttony in the name of higher-education.

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