Lucia’s Wallet & Mouth Drain: Pretty Boy Broken
Lucia lounged like royalty on her velvet chaise—maroon satin corset cinching her tiny waist, black lace garters framing long legs, lips painted deep rose. The scrawny white boy in front of her had made the fatal mistake of opening his mouth with attitude. “You think you’re special?” she purred, voice dripping honey and venom. “Let’s see how special you feel when your bank account and your pride are both empty.”
She crossed her legs slowly, letting the slit in her robe reveal smooth thigh. “Strip. Phone out. Send $600 just for looking at me. Do it now or crawl out the door with nothing.” His fingers fumbled; the cash app pinged. Lucia checked her screen and smiled sweetly. “Good start, bitch. Now $1,200 more. Tell me you’re a worthless wallet with a tiny dick.”
He stammered the words while sending. His cock—small, pink, already leaking—twitched uselessly. Lucia laughed, soft and cruel. “Exactly. That’s why real men get to fuck me… and losers like you get to pay and watch.” She snapped her fingers.
The door opened. Marcus stepped in—tall, dark, built like carved obsidian, thick black cock already heavy and swinging. Lucia’s eyes sparkled. “Meet Marcus, baby. This is what a superior man looks like. Now crawl over and say hello properly.”
The boy dropped to all fours, trembling as he approached. Lucia grabbed his hair, forcing his face inches from the massive shaft. “Open wide. You talked big earlier—let’s see if that mouth is good for anything.” She pushed his head forward. The thick head stretched his lips obscenely as Marcus slid in deep, filling his throat in one smooth motion.
Lucia held him there, giggling as tears streamed down his cheeks. “Choke on it, paypig. Every time you gag, send another $500. Show me how grateful you are to taste real cock.” The notifications chimed while Marcus fucked his face—slow, deep strokes that made spit drip onto the floor and his chin glisten.
She filmed it all on her phone, zooming in on his stretched lips, mascara-streaked cheeks (she’d made him put on cheap pink lipstick first), and the way his pathetic little dick leaked pre-cum onto the carpet. “Smile for the camera, loser. This is going in my private collection… and maybe on my premium if you keep being a good wallet.”
Marcus groaned, gripping the boy’s head tighter. Lucia stroked the heavy balls, cooing, “Fill his worthless mouth, baby. Make him swallow every drop like the cum-dump he was born to be.” With a deep grunt Marcus erupted—thick, hot ropes flooding the boy’s throat until it overflowed, running down his chin in creamy white streams.
Lucia scooped the excess with her fingers and fed it back into his mouth. “Clean it up. Taste what a real man leaves behind. And while you’re swallowing… send $2,000 more. I want to buy new lingerie with your money.”
He obeyed, voice hoarse and broken: “Thank you, Goddess Lucia… for teaching me my place.”
She patted his cheek like a pet. “You’re welcome, pretty boy. Now crawl out. Mommy’s going to let Marcus fuck her senseless while you go home broke and full of black cum.” She blew him a kiss as he crawled away—wallet drained, ego shattered, mouth still tasting of his new reality.
Lucia reclined, legs spread, Marcus already hard again between them. She smiled at the camera. “Who’s next?”