[FM][Facefucking, spit, vomit] Amy likes getting used.

A short little prompt inspired by this picture I had commissioned of an OC! I’d love some feedback, if you can spare it!

*https://ibb.co/NTTyRGn*

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*Amy is kneeled comfortably on the cold tile floor. For most people, by now they’d have gotten up from the pain of kneeling on dirty tile for that long, but not Amy. Amy was worried about more pressing matters, but that will come later. As it stood, Amy’s body was entirely exposed to the dank, warm air of her surroundings. All that stood between her and full nudity was a cheap, thin string bikini and her favourite leather boots. The rest of her clothing, dignity, and modesty had been peeled away over the past five or six hours. Some articles were taken, while others lay scattered along the floor around her, wet and stained. Amy was in a men’s toilet stall, the only one in the bathroom if not counting the two urinals. The door was to her back, and the toilet was to her front. From the outside, one could see her legs and thick, damp thighs along with a few inches of her hair, which clung together in wet clumps at the ends.*

*Without a knock or even a word, the door opened behind her, and in came a new patron, seeking her most useful of talents. Amy didn’t exactly see the man, her mind was too clouded and her desires lay elsewhere. It was only when the lumbering figure pulled his jeans to the floor and let his obscenely large member loose that she even began to pay attention. As soon as she heard the zipper come undone, she had a laser-focused gaze, it would seem. Before the man could act, Any snorted, and logged a thick green glob of snot onto the shaft of her new compatriot’s cock. Drool began dripping from her mouth in the few microseconds it took for her hands to wrap around the beast of a bitch-breaker and begin spreading the loogie across every parcel of skin imaginable until it shined under the buzzing, hazy fluorescent lights of the pub bathroom. The man said something, but Amy didn’t bother listening. He must have been new if he thought he could get some words out of her.*

*With one hand lifting the now hard member, Amy stuffed her face against the man’s unkempt ballsack, taking in deeply the stench she so loved. Her tongue automatically slid out of her maw, and she eagerly slathered every crevice of his groin with drops of spittle hitting the floor to join the small puddle of fluids that had accumulated in the time Amy had been here. As her mouth went to work, Amy’s left hand was at the tip of the mans member, one finger at his urethra circling the entrance as the rest made wild, frantic rubbing motions to induce pleasure at any cost. Amy’s right hand was where it had been for most of her time at this disgusting place, knuckle deep in her own sopping wet cunt, eagerly caressing her g-spot. To Amy, this was heaven and more, but to the man it was clearly not enough. A hard, meaty slap of palm against cheek rang out across the bathroom interior.*

*Amy couldn’t feel it, really. The euphoria of this man’s fat cock had reduced most of the thoughts and senses to near numb levels. But the hit sent her back slightly, enough time away to manufacture some semblance of an idea. Amy held her hands behind her back, and opened her mouth. The man made a groan of satisfaction, and began plunging himself inside of Amy’s wet gullet. Slowly, yet eagerly, the man began to pump in and out of Amy. Amy knew she was a whore. The stench of sex, runny makeup, dried cum and spit all over her body, and willingness to have sex with anything gave it away. But Amy liked being a whore, just a hole to use, and a whole she was. The man slammed angrily in and out of Amy’s mouth, ignoring the gagging noises and raspy inhales that indicated a lock of oxygen. A groan of pleasure escaped the man’s mouth, and he began thrusting fast and faster, slobber and throat slime dribbling over his crotch and Amy’s chin, and further onto her massive tits. With one last, triumphant rush of flesh, the man poised himself and sent a painfully large load into Amy’s throat. Amy couldn’t hold it all, and lost some of the sweet liquid as it burst forth from her nose. Slowly, likely savouring or disgusted by the moment, the man retracted his wet phallus. Amy was satisfied but her gag reflex was not. After a moment, Amy lurched, and heaved. Out of her mouth a cup full of yellow tinted white liquid forced its way out, and onto her chest. The man did not react, he merely took Amy’s hair, cleaned his member off the best he could with it, pulled himself together, and walked out. Time passed slowly without a man here to satisfy Amy’s hunger. But then, the door opened again.*

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/jkaprg/fmfacefucking_spit_vomit_amy_likes_getting_used