Attention Whore

Dana DeArmond’s an attention whore. That much is obvious, so I walked her straight out the car door and onto the sidewalk. She was shaking before I even opened the latch, so I’d already worked her over in the front seat: shoved my fist in her cunt, stretched her ass on my cock, clipped electric clamps on both nipples, and jammed a thick plug up her hole. Now she’s out here barefoot, trying to hold a straight face while I hit the button. Every jolt makes her whole body twitch. Her tits bounce, her knees knock. She bites her lip so hard it’s white. A few people slow down. She drops to her knees on the concrete and crawls after me, tits hanging low. She kisses my boots, then reaches back, spreads her own lips and shows the camera everything. I make her sit on the curb, plug the vibrator into her clit, and order her to come with strangers watching. She tries to stay quiet. She fails. Her shoulders jerk, her thighs shake, and the moan she’s been swallowing finally rips out.