Christmas was so fucking hot this year. I sat on the bar top down at my local pub in a sexy little skirt. I had hung some mistletoe above my cameltoe. The guys were getting ballsier with every shot they took, coming to give my cunt a long, hot kiss. It cost them all $5. They came and approached me shyly, handing me a Lincoln, or five Washingtons. Sometimes I got a Jackson, and they never asked for change. They all begged me to go home with them after a little taste. I have that magic pussy that drives the boys wild.
They lap up every drop, not wanting a single bit to go to waste. I’ve got an addictive BBW pussy, and everyone wants to bury their face in me, and then maybe plunge in balls deep if I let them. I really can rarely say no. it turns me on so much to know how fucking wet these boys get just thinking about me. When I let them touch me, those naughty cocks drip for me. I’m always satisfied; these are the perks of being the perfect BBW whore. I never have to beg for more; they just fucking give it to me, begging me to take it.