Mature Sluts Are Willing To Suck These Cocks
Title: “Mature Sluts: Hungry for Cock”
The casting call was out: “Mature Sluts Wanted – Willing to Suck Cocks.” The response was overwhelming, as hopeful aspirants turned up at the derelict warehouse, each one eager to prove their oral skills. This wasn’t any ordinary casting; it was a test of these experienced sluts’ lust, skill, and endurance. Only the most accomplished cock-suckers would make the cut.
There she was, a raven-haired beauty, her name tag reading “Crysta.” She sashayed into the room, her ample cleavage threatening to spill out of her low-cut top. The casting director’s fingers trembled slightly as he indicated for her to stand before a cluster of auditorium seats. His heart pounded in anticipation as she hazily surveyed the rows of erect phalluses jutting out of trouser zippers.
“Well, well,” purred Crysta. “I think you boys need me to tend to your needs.” In slow motion, she descended to her haunches, her tongue slowly licking her plump, polished lips. The first banana-sized dick leapt out of its denim confines, quivering with excitement. Crysta grasped its girth, delighting in the hardness throbbing against her fingers. Her head bobbed down, engulfing the head in a warm, moist cavern, her tongue lapping at the pre-cum oozing from the slit.
The next cock rose eagerly to take its place, brandishing its bright purple hue. Crysta’s lips stretched to encompass its fat width, her cheeks smooshing around the shaft as she swallowed it hilt-deep. Greedy sucking noises echoed through the cavernous space as she worked her magic, her silky tresses bobbing. A flash of silver captured her urgent motions: the glint of a hidden camera.
Onward she went, slobbering along one shaft after another, each one more gross than the last. Its owner grunted and panted, laughing loud and crude. “Yeah, man, she’s a total cock pig!” thrust management. Crysta wilted deeper, working expertly, servicing each schlong with finesse.
She was in the zone now, a ravenous thirst consuming her very being. The musky scent of male arousal filled her voracious nostrils; their pungent pre-cum and cum-scented rods beckoned her to “worship” their tools of manhood. Each one delivered a heady iron scent that she savored, her tongue swirling to lap at hard, pulsing knots.
Scared numbers were the rule of the day. Shy B tit-burier sucked cock simultaneously, moaning like a bitch in heat. “Look at that whore, sucking them all off!” the director crowed. Crysta was indeed a praiseworthy porn pick. Casting producers nodded in approval as they watched her professional, almost mechanical motions.
But not all credited Crysta’s abilities. One skeptical crew member scoffed. “Come on, is this ‘authentic?’ This is all she does? And the casting director is compensating for his small dickl” Crysta paused at the comment, looking mortified. The support staff exchanged amused titters. She redoubled his efforts, sucking faster and hollering encouragement. “Fuck yeah! Cum all over meSluts! Worship my naughty whore holes! Sodden my slutty face with your hot jizz!” Crysta yelled, opening wide like a true cum dumpster.
The men roared in cinematic pounds, pulling strangers,dogs to position Crysta between their legs. Her golden mane, breasts and all were diffused in a gooey glow. She looked up at the freshly desiccated cocks, then at the three cocks before her. Beaming, she swallowed another cock with enjoyment, continuing to suck each man off. Her healthy appetite for cum only seemed to grow. Source metals of cum coated her, from messy puddles on the floor up to mgene’s have. It was as if she truly loved being covered in it, tasting her hungry pleasure, relishing each thick, sweet drop. With no regard for dignity, she amused herself, greedily devouring every salty drop. She was no slave to streaks: Crysta had become a slave to cock.
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