Nova, the insatiable cock whore, lay sprawled across the grungy hotel bed, my legs splayed wide, a lewd grin plastered on my filthy face. My tits, heavy with a mix of booze and cum, jiggled with each coarse breath I took, my eyes glazed over with a perverse appetite for more.
“Fuck, give it to me hard, you filthy fucking animal,” I moaned, my voice a raspy whisper that seemed to echo off the walls drenched in the stench of past depravities. The man above me, a complete stranger with a cock the size of a horse’s leg, slammed into me with a ferocity that made me cry out in delirious pleasure. His thrusts were brutal, each one a savage claim on my well-fucked body.
“You love it, you dirty little slut,” he growled, his hands gripping my hips like he was trying to tear me apart. “Take it all, you worthless whore!”
My throat muscles clenching and unclenching around his shaft as he pounded away at my gag reflex. Each time he hit that sweet spot, my body convulsed in orgasmic spasms, my screams of pleasure mingling with the wet sounds of cock going in and out of my throat.
This wasn’t love or passion; it was raw, unadulterated filth – an exhibition of human carnal desire unleashed in its most base form. And Nova?I was its willing cum guzzling queen, reveling in the filthiness of it all. I was a cock-craving slut who lived to feel the ragged edge of human depravity slicing through my soul.
As he came inside of me, I felt myself climb to new heights of depravity. I was already planning my next conquest, already dreaming of the next time I’d be able to choke down a cock so rough and raw that it could tear her throat wide open and leave her craving more.
And when he finally pulled out, leaving a trail of cum dripping down my chin and tits, I couldn’t wipe the smirk off my face. As I lay there panting, feeling the warm stickiness coat my skin like some kind of filthy badge of honor. There was no higher high than being a throat-fucking slut – an absolute Filth Whore to the core.