Black skintight leotard with a hole where I cut off the crappy feather tail glued to it and a bigger hole for my cleavage to squeeze through, check and check. Black thigh-high stockings of mismatched lengths, check. Two liters of fake cum cooked up in my whore-lab of a kitchen, check. This is the whole trash package and I douse it all with a cummy concoction of my own making.

Arousal flushes my features from the first hot spatter as it shoots out onto my face and tits. The viscous mix coaxes out gentle moans and rushes right to my core until I'm drizzled like a cinnamon roll. Translucent white clings to charcoal brown hair and my slut-outfit. Glossy cum coats my lips while thick ropes run down my cleavage and thigh highs as I dump an entire liter over my head. My tongue darts out to play with a few strands of my homemade fuck-juice. Intoxicated with the view, something more primal works its way from my depths. I can't help but play with my breasts and wring all that gooey slime out of my long, dark locks while I see and feel myself degraded into a cumbucket.

The whole thing feeds right into one of my most depraved, fucked-up fantasies. Often I imagine all the people who get off on my writings and visuals shooting steaming hot jizz and smearing cunt juice all over my face until it all dribbles over my chin, cum bubbles blow out my nose, and I'm completely coated in gelatinous pleasure. Kneeling in a growing pile of ejaculate, I'd roll round in the mess and scoop up all that nasty fuck-goo and shovel it all up my hairy cunt and gargle it in my mouth until I gag and beg for more. And no matter how drenched I got, or how filled my holes were, it would never be enough.

Living it all out in my head with my substitute semen, I feel impelled to squirt more of my homemade version over my leotard-clad buttcheeks, suck it all off my sleek black feeldoe (and choke), and squeeze an unholy amount straight on my clit. Skimpy crotch pushed aside, I keep the trashy outfit on the entire time I impale my used up whore-hole to the chorus of obscene squelching.

The fake cum turns more translucent the more I luxuriate in it. It slicks up everything until I can't even spread my cheeks to show off just how much is matted to my hairs and clinging to my folds. I tug on my bushy pubes and whimper like a pathetic cum dumpster. I can tell I'm close as soon as preliminary shakes start wracking my thighs and I begin to lose control.

Glistening in slippery fake cum, droplets clinging to my curls, fireworks shoot off as my cunt clenches hard and ripples through my flesh. Then, being the greedy fuckwhore that I am, I barely catch my breath before switching to doggy, ass in the camera, to milk a final cum, which forces my knees to slip up and drop my ass on the floor.

At the time, I thought, this may be enough. I may actually be sated. I thought wrong, but as I showered in the outfit I'd fucked myself in, cummy footprints dried on the floor, I felt truly satisfied.