The Decadent Life of a Cum Slut Maker

I had always had that inkling feeling in my gut that something needed to be done. That special someone, or that group of someones, or anyone in particular. Happily on her knees to catch every last shot with her tongue. Bouncing on my cock to drain every last drop with her pussy. The ecstasy dripping sigh of pleasure after the nice big load dribbles out of her hole. Then comes the smile, a sticky lick of the lips or the distinct rumbling 'mmm', setting off another raging hard on.

The moment when she shamelessly begs me for more.