Some public humiliation.

You cover up your body as best you can, hiding your neatly trimmed bush with one hand, and your bountiful breasts with another. This only leaves you **** however, which Sour Cherry is more than happy to take advantage of. With your muddy locks in hand, Cherry brings you back to your feet, before tossing you to the wolves. You stumble into the crowd of horny onlookers, colliding with the fans of LEWD, and left to their devious designs. You find yourself bounced back and forth between overzealous fanatics, your body getting fondled by over eager hands. The only thing preventing the perverted freaks from touching your bare flesh is the thin layer of mud that adorns your body, but that does little to lessen the salacious situation.

Each fan has a hay day groping your womanly form, running their fingers over your body, and grabbing handfuls of flesh when they can. Your breasts are squeezed tight within the grasp of a couple fans, their curious hands batting your tits to and fro. Your tender nipples become taut as your tits are slapped about, gaining their attention and ire. Their naughty little fingers being tweaking and twisting your nipples, causing you to moan out in pain and pleasure. One fan manages to rub her hands up and down your toned abs, taking the time to appreciate your hard-earned body, before sliding her finger right into your sopping wet pussy. Your coos of approval expose your raunchy nature to all, surprising even yourself with your blatant enjoyment. A couple of people take turns spanking your perky butt cheeks, slapping them in a harmonious rhythm, your ass being used like a set of bongo drums. The booming sound of your spanked ass cheeks has the crowd howling with delight, and has you howling with ecstasy.

By the time the fans have their fill of appreciating your stunning body, the mud has dried, and the filth remains caked on. You are left feeling filthy, dirty, and defiled, but most importantly, on the verge of climaxing. As you are pushed out of the circle of fans, you find yourself reaching down to your leaking loins, massaging your pulsing pussy, trying to right the urge to scream out in mirth. Sour Cherry Bomb takes notice of your fortunate dilemma and her lips curl into a devious smile. “I always knew you were a real nasty slut. Or maybe you’re just now realizing how big of a whore you really are. Either way, I’m going to enjoy this next part.” Cherry’s ominous words ring out within you, filling you with a sense of dread, but also a sense of excitement. You are beginning to enjoy playing the role of a slut that needs to be punished.