When she walked, she walked wide in the knees, slow and unsteady.
Was it the explosive heat of foul disease in her scabrous loins? Was it the sordid nature of assorted fingernails and fat-headed cocks punching up that puffy-pouch-vagina? Was it a bit’o’crack delirium or her 60 proof antiseptic?
Says to the johns “Come on honey, let me suck that big dick of yours”, just like I would’ve imagined it. Smacking gum or chewing tongue on the way to his brown car.
Her eyes: black and lacquered. This weakened Blackfoot always meeting magenta latex. So very close to the white john with the dirty hair and wet moustache.
His strong arm on the back side of the next to nearest head-rest--looking up and then down with hot-breath open mouth. &Her mouth flexing and resting; her jaw cramped and muffling sucks and one-sided swallows, hmms and mmms, breathing extra from her twice-broken nose
cum hard and his scraggy jaw juts sideways; his throat and chest wheezing retarded sighs and voices. After the hasty cleaning he threw her the money she loved. &She was pleased because she made it… earned it and made it and made it.
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