Harmony Rose: Street Whore

Harmony Rose prowls the sidewalk like a bitch in heat, tits bouncing, nipples tight, mouth open and starving. Princess Donna slaps the cattle prod against her palm, lays down the law: no cocks in her mouth or she gets fried. Harmony nods, eyes glassy. The first man steps up. She remembers the rule for about three seconds. Then her lips part, hungry, wet, and she swallows him to the root. Electricity rips through her. She jerks, drool flying, but keeps sucking. Another shock. Another. The prod kisses her ass, her tits, her thigh, while she chokes and slobbers like the greedy street whore she is. Blindfold crooked, gag dangling at her throat, she gets bent over the car hood, ass spread. The first thick cock drives straight into her tight hole. No warm-up. No mercy. She screams around the next dick shoved down her throat, taking every punishing thrust while the prod crackles and strangers watch. The street fills with wet sounds, the slap of skin, her broken moans. Harmony gets used, shocked, and stuffed, right there under the streetlights, cum leaking down her thighs while the city watches.