Paxton was a filthy cum slut through and through, the kind of greedy whore who lived for the thick, salty flood of jizz down her throat and all over her pretty face. At her tender age, with her plump cock-sucking lips, big doe eyes, and long dark hair that begged to be painted white, she spent her nights on her knees in the back of dive bars, gloryholes, or wherever the next load was waiting.
Tonight was no different. She’d already drained three strangers in the alley behind the club, guzzling their hot cum like it was the finest whiskey. The first guy had blasted straight down her gullet, and Paxton swallowed every drop with loud, wet gulps, moaning like a bitch in heat. “More,” she begged, her voice hoarse. “Feed me your fucking nut.”
The second guy painted her tongue and face, ropes of thick semen splattering across her cheeks and dripping into her open mouth. Paxton didn’t wipe it away. She scooped it up with her fingers, licked them clean, then rubbed the rest into her skin like expensive lotion, smearing it across her forehead, down her neck, and into the roots of her hair. The sticky mess matted her strands together as she grinned, eyes glazed with lust.
But she was just getting started.
By the time the fourth cock pushed between her lips, Paxton was a drooling, cum-drenched mess. She bobbed her head frantically, throat fucking herself on his veiny shaft until her eyes watered and mascara ran in black streaks through the drying jizz on her face. When he finally erupted, she pulled back just enough to catch the first powerful spurt right on her tongue. She held it there, savoring the bitter, creamy taste, swirling it around her mouth like a fine wine before swallowing with an audible gluck.
“Fuck yes… give me all of it,” she gasped, jerking his twitching cock to milk out the last heavy drops. She rubbed the fresh load all over her face, massaging it into her cheeks, across her eyelids, and deep into her hair until her dark locks were slick and glistening with sperm. Strands stuck to her forehead in messy, cum-soaked clumps. She loved how it felt—warm, sticky, degrading. She loved the way it made her look like the nastiest cum dumpster on the planet.
Paxton crawled to the next guy already waiting, her knees scraped raw on the dirty pavement. “Use me,” she whimpered, opening her mouth wide. “I want to drink it all. Bathe me in it. Turn me into your sloppy cum rag.”
Load after load disappeared down her greedy throat. She gargled thick globs of semen, letting it bubble and drip from her lips before swallowing again and again. When her face was completely glazed—eyes barely visible under layers of cum—she rubbed it in deeper, fingering her pussy furiously the whole time. Her hair was a disaster of matted, sperm-drenched tangles, heavy with the scent of sex.
By the end of the night, Paxton sat back against the wall, belly full of cum, face and hair absolutely ruined. She scooped another handful from her chin and licked it slowly, smiling like the satisfied cum slut she was.
“More,” she whispered hoarsely, already hungry for the next stranger. “I can never get enough.”
Paxton was home.