Cum Walk in Las Vegas goes crazy [Facial]

The blistering Nevada sun beat down on the tarmac, but the heat was nothing compared to what was about to go down. She was a stranger in town, all black hair and dark shades, a hoodie clinging to her curves as she leaned over the open car door, ass in the air, face buried in the crotch of some lucky son of a bitch. The man’s cock throbbed, veiny and hard, sliding down her throat as she gagged, tears streaming down her cheeks. She wasn’t fucking around—a deepthroat queen in the making, choking on that meat like it was her last meal. The car’s engine purred, a filthy symphony to the slurping, wet sounds of her mouth working that shaft.

Suddenly, she pulled back, a string of spit connecting her lips to the glistening cock. She looked up, eyes wild, and spat out a mouthful of saliva, mixing it with the dirt under her feet. She smeared it on her cheeks, marking her face like war paint. The man grunted, grabbing her by the hair, forcing her head back down. She took it all, every inch, until he roared, his cock pulsing, unleashing a flood of cum straight into her mouth. But she didn’t swallow—oh no, she stood up, cum dripping from her chin, and started walking, leaving a trail of spunk on the hot pavement. The cum walk had begun, a sickening, perverted parade through the heart of Las Vegas, faceless onlookers watching in shock as she left a sticky, glistening path behind her.