WELSH SLAG LETS STRANGER FUCK HER ASS FOR A CIGGY – Shannon Huxley

WELSH SLAG LETS STRANGER FUCK HER ASS FOR A CIGGY – Shannon Huxley

Oh, this naughty, filthy Welsh slag, Shannon Huxley, was truly something else. There she was, strutting about in the middle of a muddy field in her wellies, stone-washed Daisy Duke shorts barely covering her round, juicy arse, and a skimpy white top that left little to the imagination. Her attitude reeked of desperation and depravity, as if she’d fuck anything that moved, for the right price.

Shannon stood there, hands on her hips, scanning the horizon for her next victim. She didn’t have to wait long. A young bloke, probably in his early twenties, emerged from the hedgerow. He took one look at the filthy temptress and his eyes nearly bulged out of his head.

Shannon sauntered over, her hips swaying seductively. “Oi, you there!” she called out, her voice dripping with a husky Welsh accent. “Fancy a bit of fun, love?”

The lad gulped, hardly believing his luck. “I… I don’t have any money,” he stammered.

Shannon let out a throaty laugh. “Oh, darling, we’re not talkin’ about money. I’ll let you fuck my arse, for the price of a ciggy.”

The young man’s jaw dropped. He’d heard stories about the locals here, but this was unreal. He nodded meekly, handing over a packet of cigarettes like a offering to a sexual goddess.

Shannon tore into the packet, shoving a ciggy between her lips and lighting up. She took a long drag, blowing the smoke out in a satisfied sigh. “Right then, get your kit off,” she ordered, spinning around and bending over, hooked thumbs pulling her shorts askew.

The lad fumbled with his belt, struggling to get his jeans off in his haste. His hands shook as he fished out his hard, eager cock. Shannon glanced back over her shoulder, taking in the sight of his thick, veiny shaft.

“Fuck me, darling, you’re hung like a donkey,” she purred. “Get that big fuckin’ thing in me arse, sweetheart.”

He stepped forward, pressing his hands into Shannon’s soft, rounded cheeks. She wiggled her hips impatiently. The lad reached down, rubbing the swollen head of his cock along Shannon’s crack. She was already soaking wet, her arousal dripping down her thighs.

“Push it in, love. Don’t be fuckin’ shy now,” Shannon growled, grinding her arse back against him.

The young man couldn’t hold back any longer. With a grunt, he thrust forward, sinking his throbbing cock deep into Shannon’s tight, slick hole. She cried out in pleasure, goosebumps erupting across her skin.

“Unnngh, fuck yes! You’re big, darling, fuckin’ huge! Give it to me hard, make me your dirty, filthy slag!”

Spurred on by Shannon’s depraved encouragement, the lad began to pound into her relentlessly, his balls slapping against her pussy with each powerful stroke. Shannon moaned like a whore, pushing her hips back to meet his thrusts.

The wet, obscene sounds of fucking filled the air, punctuated by Shannon’s shameless dirty talk. “That’s it, love, split me arse in two with that thick fuckin’ cock! Nnggh, I’m your dirty fuckin’ Welsh slag, use me like a fuckin’ whore!”

The lad’s fingers dug into Shannon’s hips as he rutted into her like an animal, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Shannon reached back, groping her own tits through her top, pinching and twisting her nipples.

“Fuck, yeah, don’t stop, I’m gonna cum all over that big cock! Pump me full of your dirty fuckin’ spunk, paint my slutty cunt white!”

The young man couldn’t hold back a second longer. With a guttural moan, he slammed into Shannon one last time, his cock throbbing as he showered her insides with his hot, thick cum. Shannon shuddered and shrieked, her own orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.

They collapsed together, the lad’s softening cock slipping out of Shannon’s well-fucked hole. Cum oozed out, dripping down her thighs. She stood up on wobbly legs, turning to face him with a satisfied smirk.

“Cor, you did good, love. That was a right good ‘avin’.”

The young man could only nod, in awe of the filthy goddess before him. Shannon reached out, cupping his chin and pulling him in for a deep, smoky kiss.

“So, think you’ll keep me sweet anytime you fancy another go, yeah? My arse is always open for business, as long as you bring the smokes.”

The lad grinned, taking Shannon’s oasis of depravity as an open invitation. Shannon cackled, lighting up another ciggy, her work here done. She strolled away, leaving her willing victim to collect himself, ready for the next unsuspecting man to cross her path.

Shannon Huxley, the Welsh slag who’d let any bloke fuck her arse for a pack of fags. It didn’t get much filthier than that.