Status; Sow

Lara for the shower, but not the purse.

The Butler also insisted on fucking her arse a few more times before she could leave.

Clad in her "Pink Widow" costume with the zipper lowered just short of showing off her fat cunt, and wearing her cum-snorting hat, she straddles her pink motorbike.

Her ride was a blur, only her muscle memory keeping her from crashing as her bike's seat fucks her and her brain(?) dissolves in litres of jizz snorted into her skull.

Finding herself in front of Clothing The Dense, Lara hugs her gal pals and tells them she hasn't any money or someone with her. One of the shopgirls, a black girl in a white sling bikini and stripper heels, cackled at her.

"Duh, slut. Of course you don't got money. Sluts like us don't got money, guys got money. They buy hawt clothes for us to wear to make their yummy cocks hard." Lara nods along as the black girl rubbed her palm over prominent, pulsing, pumped-up, pussy.

Driven to a loud climax, Lara imagined herself without her titles, wealth, and properties. Reliant on others, on men, to buy things for her. To make decisions for her.

With one more throb of her clit, Lara pulled the black girl into a public and lewd kiss that got cheers from the shopgirls and make customers. But with that out of the way, it was time to correct Lara's behaviour. Several hard smacks to her plump and hungry cunt, pushing more material into her and making the crotch area of her outfit look painted on, later and she was walked out of the store to wait outside. Wait until a man passed who would take her back in and buy her cute and slutty stuff to wear.