A punk rock butch lesbian, sides shaved with top hair slicked back, combat boots and fishnets, studded leather skirt and Denim jacked covered in patches and pins, black lipstick and massive winged eyeliner, who's been into girls her entire life that finally snaps when she gets her hands on some cock
Years of holding back that urge, keeping it buried deep inside, come flooding to the fore, and she becomes uncontrollable. Maybe it was a dare. Maybe she wanted to prove herself as a true dyke. Or maybe she was curious.
However it started, she flies into a frenzy the moment it touches her lips. She starts fucking her own face on the cock, slapping back his hands if he attempts to interfere. She's still an independent woman. Just one who needs this cock.
She throws him onto a table, maybe the floor and straddles him, her heavy boot by his bare skin. She tears open her own fishnets and panties, and over his protests, his concerns that she said she was a lesbian, she slams herself down on him.
She slaps a hand over his mouth. She doesn't need his babbling to ruin this for her. This feeling she'd been missing her entire life, filling the emptiness in her cunt she didn't know whas there. She rides him, roughly. Fucking herself on him with a menacing glare to his face, tongue out mockingly.
She always knew that he'd wanted her deep down. And now he's getting her. What a lucky boy. She switches from his mouth to his throat when she's convinced he'll shut up and take it. He does. She licks his face as a reward.
When he finally cums in her, she slides herself off and orders him to clean her pussy with his tongue. She can't be all messy when she leaves. After a few minutes of stting on his face, she stands up without a word, and leaves
She knows where to find him. And she will be back.
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