Morning glory

Sylvie slowly opened her eyes, her vision blurry from the heavy drinking the night before. The room was dim, the morning light barely filtering through the thin curtains. Her head throbbed with a brutal hangover, but that was nothing compared to the warm, heavy weight resting against her cheek. Darren’s cock. It was soft but still thick and impressive, the skin warm and slightly sticky from the night’s activities. The sight sent a rush of drunken, slutty thoughts flooding through her foggy mind. I’m really doing this, she thought, her old posh self screaming somewhere in the back of her head. I’m waking up next to a chav lad’s cock like a desperate slag. This is what I am now. No more proper fiancée. Just a filthy chav whore who craves cock.

Without a single coherent thought left in her head, her glossy pink lips parted and wrapped around the head of his shaft. She began sucking him eagerly, like she was desperate for every drop of cum he could give her.

She started slowly, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head, tasting the salty, musky remnants of last night’s load mixed with her own juices. The flavor was strong and dirty, but it only made her pussy throb with shameful need. She bobbed her head up and down, taking him deeper into her warm, wet mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder. Drool spilled from the corners of her lips, dripping down her chin and onto her tits as she gagged herself on his thickening cock.

The wet, obscene sounds of her sloppy blowjob filled the room, her throat contracting around him as she pushed herself to take every inch.

Darren slowly woke up to the pleasure of her head bobbing up and down on his cock. He groaned deeply, his hand instinctively reaching down to grab a fistful of her hair. “What a way to wake up with a beautiful slag between my legs,” he said with a sleepy, satisfied grin, his voice rough with morning huskiness.

Sylvie moaned around his now fully hard cock, the vibration sending shivers through him. She rubbed her clit frantically with one hand while the other cupped his balls, massaging them gently as she sucked him with desperate hunger. Darren guided her head up and down his shaft, fucking her face with increasing force. “That’s it, you dirty chav slut,” he growled, his degradation making her even wetter. “Suck that cock like the cum-hungry whore you are. Youve never given head like this, have you? You’re my filthy little slag now.”

Sylvie came hard while sucking him, her body shaking with pleasure as her fingers worked her clit. The orgasm ripped through her, making her moan loudly around his cock. When he finally came, he pulled out at the last second and covered her face in fresh ropes of thick, hot cum. The load landed on her cheeks, her lips, her tongue, and even in her hair, adding to the already dried crust from last night. Sylvie licked her lips, savoring the taste like it was the most delicious thing she had ever had. She thanked Darren then got dressed in her slutty outfit and walked home to the council house with her face coated in cum and her ass hanging out, still feeling sore from last night. As she walked through the estate, people stared at her with disgust. Old women shook their heads, young lads whistled, and a few mothers covered their children’s eyes. Sylvie didn’t care. She walked with her head held high, a slutty smile on her cum-covered face. She felt no shame. This was who she was now. A proper chav slag. The stares only made her feel more alive.