She gets on her knees.

Erica gently began caressing the man’s dead skin balls, her tender nail-polished fingers leaving trails of clean skin as the rod began to harden even more. The foreskin on the dickhead begins to peel back half way. Erica first gives the cock tip a light kiss, then her tongue begins to slowly swirl around the tip of the cock. She slowly wraps her lips around it more and more as her tongue swiftly sweeps the remains of piss and bits of smegma under the foreskin. She pulls her fingers of the other hand out of her gaping vagina, and gently creeps them all the way to the man's anus, caressing his prostate. Erica’s head pulls back as the foreskin covering the glans is finally peeled all the way to the back, her exquisite lipstick left a red ring on the pulsing penis. The sound of her vaginal fluid hitting the RV floor arouses Roy even more.

“Ahh..” Erica gasps and wants to dig right back in, only for Roy to grab her by the ponytail.

“My turn, pig.” He spreads his legs and takes a few steps forward, his erect dock bent down, lined up perfectly with Erica’s throat. Roy’s thigh muscles tighten, as he begins to thrust down. Erica’s nose is tickled by the man’s crotch bush, she tries her hardest not to gag. But she can’t gag either way, because her throat is tightly wrapped around by a pair of calloused hands.

“Yeah… you crazy cunt, fuck.” Only a dozen thrusts in, Roy is already on the verge of bursting. Erica’s ever swirling tongue does wonders to his glans, as her hands constantly massage his balls and prostate. Roy goes in for the final thrust, the base of his member smeared by Erica’s expensive lipstick. The bitch is given no chance not to swallow, since every drop is directly discharged into her stomach sack. Erica’s beginning to blackout from lack of air, her primal instinct forces her to pull back.

“Don’t fucking move, you piece of shit.” Roy shoves his cock in deeper, his relaxed urethra pissing down Erica’s plump throat. Erica’s arms flail around a little before passing out.

Erica’s consciousness wanders in the void. She hears muffled voices in the distance. The voices are becoming clearer as she gets close.

“DIRTY BITCH!” Erica’s consciousness finds her way back into her body. The first thing she sees after her near-**** experience is a tattooed fist flying at her face. The fist lands on her cheek, she falls onto the floor like a beaten sex doll.

“Told you not to spill your fluids onto my RV floor. Remember what I said about your teeth?” Roy picks Erica’s head by her hair. His eyes filled with primal anger. A mix of lust, fear, and expectation fills Erica’s eyes instead.

“I would waste you right here if I don’t need you.” Roy rips off Erica’s costly white blouse, and wipes the fluid-smeared spot on the floor with his foot with it, leaving Erica weaning only her bra on her upper body. Roy throws the now-yellowish blouse back to Erica before kicking her out of the RV like a cheap prostitute. Erica struggles back on her feet in her pencil skirt and black bra, and desperately knocks on the RV door: “please Sir, I need my shoes.” The door doesn’t open, but her pair of stiletto heels flies out of the RV window. A muffled voice yelling “fuck off” came out of the window as well.

Erica puts the dirty blouse and her high heels back on. Fortunately, no one seemed to have noticed her. “Let’s hope no one rapes me on my way home…” Erica bites her lips and starts walking.