14 mins of Smegma Licking, Cock-Drooling girlfriend.

Nothing better than a man's cheese

EXCELLENT

Mick and Pete had been watching the drunken teen hooker sucking cocks and getting fucked for about an hour at the back of the dingy dance-bar. They had watched as the filthy skank, dressed in an ass-high black, shiny microskirt had sucked and fucked her way through about 15 drunken males.

They had watched as the cluster of men had cajoled and jeered and encouraged the teen to lick and suck filthy, cheesy cocks, bury her face in arsecracks and get fucked in every position and hole possible in that back-street smelly alley.

They had listened to the comments of the men…

“Man look at the filthy fucker lick that smegma! She’s fuckin’ lovin’ it!”

“Jesus, I can smell that thing from here and she’s wiping the stuff off all round her mouth! No one’s going to kiss you anymore you filthy tramp!”

Mike and Pete gave each other a knowing glance as they edged themselves, squeezing massive erections in the crotch of their filthy stretch jeans. The knowing glance told each other “WE want to kiss her.”

They were waiting until she had finished, enjoying every second, hoping she would accept the invitation they planned to offer - to come back to their apartment for a night of filthy sex and perhaps a line of coke.

She was wearing a black shiny bra-top that was now around her neck. It had long been pushed up to expose her larger-than average, perky tits. Tits that were now decorated with ropes of spunk and streaks of smegma.

Her flat, tanned belly with its decoration of a bellybutton tag in the shape of an inverted crucifix was similarly decorated with slime and cockcheese. Her once-white knickers were on the ground next to her because the first client had lifted the microskirt the two inches needed to pull her knickers down and slide his cock easily up the juicing cameltoe cunt surrounded by a forest of black hair, now decorated with a slimy mass of spunk and cheese.

She was standing, pressed up against an industrial-size waste bin while a teenaged filthy-looking boy finished off fucking her and shoved his ten-pound note payment into the white leather shoulder bag which was safely around her neck. The strap of it was safely placed, diagonally between her tits and had been getting topped up all night by the ten-pound notes of the eager, rutting punters.

“We’ve got to have her home tonight, mate.” Mike said to Pete. Take her to Svensky’s place, have a line of coke each and give the little slut more of what she wants.” Pete nodded. “How about calling at Janey’s on the way and seeing if she’s home and up for another filthy night with us. She’s always said she she swings both ways and I’d just love to see those two on Svensky’s filthy bed sniffing each other out.”