I wanna be a prostitute on the street, to be forced by a stranger to have sex inside the car [Exhibitionists]

She stands under the grimy glow of a streetlamp, her black dress clinging to her curves like a second skin, pushing her tits out, a sadistic smile playing on her lips. Her eyes, lined with thick kohl, scan the street, hungry for the first perverted fuck she can find. She’s wet and ready, her pussy throbbing with anticipation, her mind a whirlwind of dirty thoughts. She wants to be taken, used, fucked like a common street whore. A car pulls over, a shadowy figure inside. She leans in, her breath fogging up the window. ” How much?” he growls, his hand already gripping his cock. She can see the raw lust in his eyes, the desperation. She quotes a price, her voice steady, confident. He nods, his hand beckoning her in. She slides into the backseat, her heart pounding, her pussy dripping. She can feel his eyes on her, undressing her, fucking her with his gaze. He grabs her, his hands rough, demanding. He pushes her down, his cock already out, hard and throbbing. He forces her head down, his cock sliding into her mouth, filling her, choking her. She gags, her eyes watering, but she takes it all, her mouth a warm, wet cave for his fucktoy. He fucks her face, his hips moving in a brutal rhythm, his cock hitting the back of her throat. She can feel his precum, salty and bitter, coating her tongue. She swallows, her throat working around his cock, her mouth a slutty, obedient hole for his pleasure. She can hear his grunts, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his body tensing as he gets closer to his release. She knows what’s coming, his hot, sticky cum shooting down her throat. She’s ready, her mouth open wide, her eyes looking up at him, begging for his load. She wants to be his cumdump, his fucktoy, his dirty little street whore.