Confessions of a Cum Whore
Bambi blinked up at the camera, her lips parted and glossed to perfection. “You want to know what a real cum whore looks like?” she purred, dragging one finger slowly down the curve of her cleavage. She wasn’t just here to tease, she was here to ruin you, one needy moan at a time.
Her body was on full display, straddling the edge of the bed like it was her personal stage. She loved the way eyes followed her, the way you needed her. Being a cum whore wasn’t just a title; it was her truth. She lived for the taste, the mess, the raw hunger in your voice when you begged her not to stop.
With each stroke, each wet slurp, she brought herself closer to the edge, hers and yours. She locked eyes with the lens, hips rocking in time with your breathing. “You’re going to cum for me,” she whispered. “Because that’s what a cum whore does. She takes it all… and then begs for more.”
Bambi’s hand slid between her thighs, fingertips grazing the slick folds of her pussy. She bit her lip, letting out a breathy moan as she sank two fingers inside herself. The camera zoomed in, capturing every glisten and twitch of her flesh.
“That’s it, baby,” she gasped, pumping her fingers faster. “Watch me get nice and wet for you. Can you feel how much I need it? How desperate I am for your cum?”
Her free hand cupped and squeezed her heavy tits, playing with the rosy nipples until they stood hard and peaked. Bambi tossed her head back, blonde curls spilling across the sheets as she fucked herself sloppy.
“Fuck, I’m close,” she whimpered, legs trembling. “Gonna cum so hard for you. Paint my face, baby. Mark me as your dirty little cum whore.”
She rubbed quick circles over her clit, the obscene squelch of her fingers echoing through the room. Bambi’s hips bucked wildly, chasing her pleasure as she moaned and writhed.
“Please, please, please!” Her begging dissolved into a high, keening cry as she came undone. Bambi’s pussy clenched tight around her fingers, clear honey gushing out to soak the sheets.
She collapsed back against the bed, chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Bambi’s eyes fluttered open, glazed and unfocused as she stared into the camera lens.
“Was that good, baby?” she asked, voice husky and raw. “Did you like watching me cum? I’m not done with you yet, no. Not until I’ve drained your balls dry.”
Bambi licked her lips, sitting up with a lazy stretch of her arms. She crawled towards the camera on her hands and knees, ass high and perfect in the air.
“I want you to imagine this is you,” she breathed, reaching out to press her palm against the lens. “Imagine how hot and tight I’d feel around your cock. How hard you’d make me cum on that fat dick.”
She made a show of touching herself, pinching and tugging at her nipples before sliding back down to her sensitive clit. Bambi circled the swollen bud, gasping and shuddering at the slightest touch.
“Maybe you’d want to fuck my face first,” she suggested, eyeing the camera lens like it was the tip of a cock. “Paint my lips and chin with your cum. Mark me as yours inside and out.”
Bambi opened her mouth, tongue lolling out to catch any stray drops. She pumped her fingers in and out of her needy hole, moaning wantonly around them.
“I’m your personal cum dump,” she declared, voice muffled and sloppy. “Your dirty little cock sleeve. Use me whenever you want, however you want. I’m just a set of holes for you to fill.”
Her other hand crept up to rub at her tits, twisting and tugging at the stiff peaks. Bambi’s hips rolled, fucking her fingers in tight little circles. She could feel another orgasm building already, her body desperate for more.
“Give it to me,” she begged, picking up speed. “Give me every last drop. I want to be dripping with it, covered in your seed. Claim me, baby. Make me yours.”
Bambi pistoned her fingers in and out, the wet squelch obscene as she chased her pleasure. The camera lens was smeared with her spit, hazy and unfocused as she lost herself to sensation.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Her moans rose in pitch, winding tighter and tighter. Bambi’s thighs clenched, back arching as her orgasm crashed over her. She came with a sharp cry, pussy gushing and clenching around her fingers.
She slumped forward, cheek pressed to the sheets as she panted. Bambi’s hand was still buried inside her, lazily stirring the mess of her release.
“Was that good for you, baby?” she asked, voice weak but satisfied. “Did you like watching your cum whore play? I hope you enjoyed it, because we’re just getting started.”
Bambi licked her lips, eyeing the camera with a promise of so much more to come. She was just getting warmed up—and she wouldn’t stop until she’d wrung every last drop from your aching cock.