Punk Rock Fucking

These two punk sluts walk into a filthy London dive bar like they own it. Black hair sharp as razor blades. Big tits barely shoved into torn shirts. They spot the guy at the end of the bar. The one with the bulge that doesn’t quit. One of them drops to her knees right there on the sticky floor. She hauls out that thick black cock, heavy and veined, and starts working it with her mouth like she’s starving. Her friend leans in, watching, licking her lips, tits heaving with every breath. The bar smells like beer and smoke and sweat. She sucks harder, taking him deep, spit running down her chin. He grabs a fistful of black hair and pushes in until her throat gives way. She gags, but she doesn’t stop. The other girl shoves her tits out, daring him to grab on. The cock disappears again, balls slapping her chin, her mascara running in black streaks. The bar’s half-dead, but nobody looks away. She keeps sucking, hungry, greedy, like she needs every inch. He holds her there, deep, until her eyes water and her throat flutters around him. The whole place feels tight. Ready to snap.