An evening to remember

The red carpet had once again turned into a veritable gauntlet for the female stars. They were sluggishly working their way towards the venue entrance, while the fans did their best to slow down their progress as much as possible. By the time they had made it past the carpet, they had been utterly abused and their expensive dresses were hanging in shreds around their cumsoaked bodies. Natalie felt a brief tinge of irriation at the decadence of the whole event; designers with salaries the size of a small pacific nation's GDP were being paid to design glorified cum napkins to be used and discarded in the span of two hours, while elsewhere in the world women had to wear the same cumstained rags every single day. But then, she remembered that she herself was part of the system that facilitated this and pushed the thought away.

By now, the only celebrity left on the carpet was little squirming Milla Simpson. The glamour world's youngest cumslut was inching towards the finish line, still being mercilessly drilled by eager fans. The cluster around her finally showed signs of dissipating, but she was nowhere near finished yet. Several camera crews took advantage of the fact that they could at least reach her now without having to fight their way through an army of boners five rows deep, and were pelting her with questions.

Of course, the poor little thing hadn't had the time to learn how to speak with a full throat yet, so all the media people got for their interviews was shots of the cute little actress gargling and gagging; the intervals between the cocks taking turns with her face were barely long enough for her to cough up a little puddle of semen before the next shaft plunged deep inside her.

Natalie imagined the headlines the different media outlets would be running tomorrow in their coverage of Milla's first public performance. The magazines for teen girls would no doubt show a photo of her smiling out from underneath a massive ballsack with a caption like "18 things that were stuck into Milla on her 18th birthday! Number 16 will make you squirt!" Meanwhile, the conservative news networks would focus on her overwhelmed moans while coughing up a week's worth of jizz with the headline "Why millennials need to get their act together and learn to swallow, darn it!" or something along those lines.

The event management was getting anxious to start the awards ceremony, and since Milla was the only one not inside yet, the remaining fans were politely asked to suspend their **** on her until after the ceremony. They obliged grudgingly, and the cameras were able to capture one last, beautiful scene: Freed from probing fingers, pulsating dicks, and smothering nutsacks for the first time in what must have seemed like ages, Milla lay squirming on the soaked carpet, cum leaking from all of her orifices. Those guys would probably have fucked her ears and nose if they could.

A pair of beefy security guards gently lifted Milla up, semen still drizzling from her holes like little white waterfalls, and carried her through the doors into the hall, where she was greeted by standing ovations.

After all, it was not every day that a young actress turned eighteen and endured her first public gangbang in such a graceful manner.