Dirty girl

So I have to admit it. I am a dirty girl. I always have been, but I get dirtier and dirtier and it thrills me.
It excites me to get slobbered over by a drunken fool down an alley as he humps wildly at my pubes, his trousers round his ankles, his thrusts going every whichway – now up my belly, now up near my bumhole, now over my clit, now somewhere near my vag. Every which way but never quite where he wants it. I lead him a pretty dance , opening and closing my ample thighs, urging him on but never letting him in. Here in this dirty smelly alley he pumps his seed away against me. He has enjoyed nothing but my soft leg flesh while my hairy lady place remains intact. He shoots and shoots, thinking he is right up to my womb when he is spraying his sperm against the wall. gripped in my lovely pink heaven.
Then I am on my knees, admiring his shrinking phallus, dripping cockspray from the tip, smeared sperm in his pubes. Lick him clean, smell that sex, nuzzle his sweaty balls.
Reach round and fondle his hairy crack, probing the little puckered shitter.