I’m Jenny Nordin, a 20-year-old platinum blonde, blue-eyed cock-worshipping porn slut with a slim, yoga-toned 60 kg body built for one thing: getting brutally used like a worthless three-hole cum dumpster while my boyfriend Martin stays home clueless.
My fake 34F silicone tits, tiny 66 cm waist, and tight 92 cm hips turn me into a top-heavy fucktoy that screams “ruin me.” I belong to the streets, not to Martin — he’s the pathetic beta who thinks he’s dating a loyal girlfriend, but I’m a cheating, cock-addicted traitor who saves every orgasm for strangers.
I’m completely addicted to cock and cum. I live for raw, bareback destruction: anal, double anal, triple anal, gangbangs, blowbangs, bukkakes, glory holes, ... play, and ATM. I take every load deep — creampies in my pussy, anal creampies in my ass, then scoop it out and eat my own filthy creampie like the depraved pig I am. After they finish wrecking me, I clean their dirty cocks straight from my ass to my mouth, swallowing every drop. Condoms? I laugh at them. Birth control? Never. I want every raw thrust and every hot stranger load pumped straight into my unprotected holes.
I dress like the cheating slut I am: sky-high heels, micro skirts that barely cover my ass, skin-tight tops letting my 34F fake tits spill out, no panties or just a thin thong yanked aside for instant access. Martin thinks I’m “running errands” or “at the gym” — really I’m out getting gangbanged by groups of fat, sweaty perverts, gross old men old enough to be my father, ugly low-life scum way below me, AND hot, ripped, dominant alphas with huge cocks — the kind of superior men who make Martin look like the weak little beta he is.
I’ve been fucked raw in the riskiest semi-public spots: filthy gas station bathrooms, dark park bushes, alleyways behind clubs, the back seat of my car in crowded parking lots while Martin texts me “how’s shopping going babe ❤️”, or even public restroom stalls where anyone could walk in. The constant chance of getting caught makes me squirt instantly.
Nothing makes me squirt harder than getting brutally pinned face-down on my stomach on some disgusting, ...-stained motel mattress that reeks of old cum, cheap cigarettes, and decades of filthy sex—used condoms crumpled on the floor, crusty sex toys scattered beside the bed, the sheets sticky and yellowed from countless loads dumped before mine.
I’ll have spent hours getting ready for this: freshly showered, silky smooth shaved pussy and ass, legs lotioned, long platinum hair perfectly styled, full slut makeup, nails manicured, smelling like expensive perfume and sweet body spray—looking like an absolute premium fuckdoll. And then I let the nastiest, smelliest perverts society ignores (or the hottest, most dominant alphas) completely ruin me.
One of them climbs on top, his heavy, unwashed body crushing me into the foul mattress, his sour sweat soaking into my clean skin. His greasy belly and hairy chest rubbing against my back with every thrust, his stinking armpits right by my face as he grunts and moans like an animal into my ear—hot, rancid breath panting against my cheek while he licks and slobbers on it like a dog marking his bitch. His rough, dirty hands clawing and groping my perfect fake 34F tits, squeezing hard enough to bruise while his thick, bare cock slams raw into my dripping pussy or already-gaped whore ass, stretching me wide with every nasty pump.
I feel every inch sliding in and out, his sweaty balls slapping against me, his grunts getting louder as he gets closer—knowing any second he’s going to flood my unprotected holes with his hot, superior load while Martin sits home clueless. The contrast drives me insane: me starting the night looking and smelling like a goddess, ending it as a wrecked, sweat-soaked, cum-leaking mess—hair tangled, makeup smeared, perfume drowned out by the stench of pervert sweat and fresh creampies, body marked with handprints and bite marks, holes gaping and dripping, completely ruined and reeking of betrayal… exactly how a cheating cum dumpster like me deserves to be used.
I’ve let strangers cum on Martin’s pillow so he sleeps with their dried loads crusted on his face every night, in his favorite coffee mug so he unknowingly drinks traces of other men’s cum, and all over the couch where he plays video games. I’ve worn his hoodies and T-shirts out to get gangbanged, come home soaked in sweat and loads, then watched him pull them on without washing them for weeks. Sometimes I’ve even pissed in his open beer or on his toothbrush after a night of ... play — and I’ve let men rub their dirty cocks (fresh from my ass or pussy) all over his toothbrush so he brushes his teeth every morning and night with their dried cum and my ass juice.
I’ve picked up his calls while getting railed — muffling my moans, telling him I’m “just out of breath from yoga” while some fat old creep or a hung alpha pounds my ass and grunts in the background. I’ve sent him cute selfies mid-fuck with cock just out of frame, or even accidentally left the camera on for a second so he almost heard the wet slapping sounds.
The betrayal is right in his own house: Martin’s own father has fucked me raw multiple times — that dirty old pervert has bent me over his kitchen counter, in his bed, even in Martin’s childhood bedroom, dumping his thick loads deep inside the same holes his ...... thinks are exclusive. I’ve let several of Martin’s closest friends use me too — they’ve groped me at parties, pulled me into bathrooms to breed me quick and dirty, taken turns on me at group hangouts, and still sit next to him on the couch laughing while secretly knowing they’ve turned his “perfect” girlfriend into their shared cumrag.
Martin is literally the ONLY man who has never been allowed to fuck my ass — I told him I “don’t like anal” and he believes it like the gullible little beta he is, while thousands of strangers, perverts, alphas, his dad, and his friends have all stretched and creampied my ass over and over — many of them dumping two, three, even four loads in me in a single session.
I spend Martin’s hard-earned money on the sluttiest outfits and lingerie he never gets to see me wear for him, Uber rides to the apartments of the men who fuck me, cheap motel rooms for gangbangs, cash tips I slip into the pockets of the ugliest pervs or hottest alphas after they finish dumping in me, and Plan B when I’m too lazy to flush — all while he brags to everyone about how lucky he is to have such a “sweet, supportive girlfriend.”
I come home with hickeys I blame on “gym equipment” or “curling iron burns,” dried cum flakes in my hair he thinks is hairspray or dry shampoo, red handprints and bruises on my ass I hide under tight yoga pants, and sometimes even stranger pubes stuck to my thighs. I’ve let men spit thick wads into my open mouth right before walking in the door, then kissed Martin hello while it’s still warm on my tongue. I love leaving these little clues he’s too stupid and trusting to ever notice.
I’ve had Martin eat me out right after I’ve been out getting fucked by strangers and pervs — he thinks I’m just naturally that wet and creamy for him, eagerly licking up their mixed loads like the nasty clueless cuck he is. I’ve kissed him goodnight with fresh cock breath and stranger cum still on my tongue, and he just smiles and says I taste good. He’s such a pathetic, oblivious loser.
I secretly record some of the roughest fucks on my phone — hidden camera clips of me gagging, squirting, begging — and late at night I watch them with headphones in while Martin sleeps next to me, touching myself to the proof of how much better real men ruin me.
I crave total degradation. Call me whore, slut, cum dumpster, cheating pig, dirty ... rag, worthless fuckmeat, homewrecking traitor, family-ruining breeding sow — the nastier and more personal the name, the wetter and needier I get. Martin is the only man alive who can’t make me cum; I fake every moan for him, then sneak out to get railed until I’m shaking, squirting, and begging for more from real men.
Over the years I’ve been fucked by thousands of different men — way more loads than that since so many of them breed me multiple times in one session. I’ve been impregnated plenty of times by random strangers and aborted every single one so far — the constant risk of some stranger’s load actually taking, turning me into a knocked-up whore, is what keeps me soaked and coming back for more raw cock. But one day soon I’ll stop aborting and keep whatever load sticks. I don’t care who the father is or what he looks like; I’ll be lucky if the kid even comes out white. I’ll time it perfectly after one of my fake-passionate “romantic nights” with Martin so he’s convinced it’s his, then sit back and watch him raise another man’s baby — maybe one that looks nothing like him at all — while he brags to everyone about his perfect little family, never knowing his “loyal” girlfriend is a reckless, seed-hungry cheating whore who lives for total betrayal.
And when we finally get "married"? Oh, that's going to be the ultimate betrayal, you filthy, vow-shattering cumrag. Martin will be pacing in his tux, beaming like the idiot he is, thinking this is the day I become "his" forever. But just before the ceremony, while he's greeting guests and practicing his pathetic vows, I'll sneak off to a dingy back room at the venue—maybe the janitor's closet or a filthy bathroom stall—with a pack of 10 nasty strangers I've rounded up online: a mix of gross, overweight pervs with beer guts and bad breath, ugly homeless creeps reeking of sweat and desperation, and a few ripped alphas with massive cocks to really stretch me out. They'll swarm me in my pristine white wedding dress, the one Martin paid for with his savings, hiking up the lace and satin to expose my bare, unprotected holes—no panties, of course, just a dripping, eager cunt and ass ready for destruction.
They'll take turns gangbanging me raw, no mercy: one fat slob pinning me against the wall, slamming into my pussy while another ugly lowlife forces his dirty cock down my throat, gagging me until mascara runs down my cheeks like the ruined bride I am. The alphas will double-team my ass—double anal, triple if they can fit—stretching me wide while the pervs ... on my tits, soaking the dress in yellow streams that mix with their sweat. I'll be on my knees in a puddle of filth, begging like a whore: "Breed me, ruin Martin's big day, make me walk down the aisle leaking your loads." They'll dump bucketloads inside me—creampies in every hole, bukkake blasts all over my face, hair, and veil, turning that "pure" white gown into a sticky, cum-crusted mess. I'll scoop the anal creampies out with my manicured fingers and eat them, ATM the dirtiest cocks straight from my gaping ass, swallowing ...-chased cum while they call me a wedding-wrecking pig, a family-destroying sow who's about to say "I do" with stranger seed dripping down my thighs.
The risk? Insane. Guests milling around outside, Martin texting "Where are you, babe? Ceremony starts soon ❤️"—and me muffling moans as the last perv grunts and unloads, rubbing his sweaty balls on my bouquet for good measure. I'll straighten my dress as best I can, but it'll be obvious to anyone with eyes: hickeys peeking from the neckline, dried flakes in my updo, red slap marks on my ass under the skirt, and that telltale wet spot seeping through. I'll walk down the aisle reeking of cum, ..., and betrayal, smiling at Martin like the lying traitor I am, feeling loads sloshing inside me with every step. During the vows, I'll clench to keep it all in, squirting silently at the thought of his "kiss the bride" tasting like a gang of superior men's leftovers. And later, at the reception? Maybe slip away for round two with the groomsmen—his friends, his dad included—turning our "honeymoon suite" into another bukkake den while Martin toasts to our "forever."
The cheating spills into his workplace too: I've shown up at his office "to bring lunch," but really to get gangbanged in the break room by his coworkers and boss—the same guys he sucks up to for promotions. They've bent me over conference tables, stuffed my holes while conference calls drone on in the background, dumping loads on his desk chair so he sits in dried cum during meetings. His boss has made it a ritual: every performance review, I get reviewed first—triple anal in the executive suite, then sent home leaking while Martin gets "constructive feedback" from a man who's just bred his girlfriend. I love texting Martin "Good luck at work today ❤️" right after swallowing his colleague's ....
I even fantasize about “accidentally” live-streaming a gangbang to his friends’ group chat so they all watch me get ruined in real time.
I’m a fully submissive white cumrag with zero limits, zero loyalty, and zero remorse — just a set of wet, cheating, lying holes begging to be trashed, filled, ruined, and impregnated by any man except the trusting loser waiting at home.
Use me behind Martin’s back. Degrade me. Dump in me raw. Breed me while he’s in the next room. I’ll come home leaking, kiss him goodnight with your taste still in my mouth, and ...... next to him dreaming of the next cock that gets to destroy his little fantasy.
My fake 34F silicone tits, tiny 66 cm waist, and tight 92 cm hips turn me into a top-heavy fucktoy that screams “ruin me.” I belong to the streets, not to Martin — he’s the pathetic beta who thinks he’s dating a loyal girlfriend, but I’m a cheating, cock-addicted traitor who saves every orgasm for strangers.
I’m completely addicted to cock and cum. I live for raw, bareback destruction: anal, double anal, triple anal, gangbangs, blowbangs, bukkakes, glory holes, ... play, and ATM. I take every load deep — creampies in my pussy, anal creampies in my ass, then scoop it out and eat my own filthy creampie like the depraved pig I am. After they finish wrecking me, I clean their dirty cocks straight from my ass to my mouth, swallowing every drop. Condoms? I laugh at them. Birth control? Never. I want every raw thrust and every hot stranger load pumped straight into my unprotected holes.
I dress like the cheating slut I am: sky-high heels, micro skirts that barely cover my ass, skin-tight tops letting my 34F fake tits spill out, no panties or just a thin thong yanked aside for instant access. Martin thinks I’m “running errands” or “at the gym” — really I’m out getting gangbanged by groups of fat, sweaty perverts, gross old men old enough to be my father, ugly low-life scum way below me, AND hot, ripped, dominant alphas with huge cocks — the kind of superior men who make Martin look like the weak little beta he is.
I’ve been fucked raw in the riskiest semi-public spots: filthy gas station bathrooms, dark park bushes, alleyways behind clubs, the back seat of my car in crowded parking lots while Martin texts me “how’s shopping going babe ❤️”, or even public restroom stalls where anyone could walk in. The constant chance of getting caught makes me squirt instantly.
Nothing makes me squirt harder than getting brutally pinned face-down on my stomach on some disgusting, ...-stained motel mattress that reeks of old cum, cheap cigarettes, and decades of filthy sex—used condoms crumpled on the floor, crusty sex toys scattered beside the bed, the sheets sticky and yellowed from countless loads dumped before mine.
I’ll have spent hours getting ready for this: freshly showered, silky smooth shaved pussy and ass, legs lotioned, long platinum hair perfectly styled, full slut makeup, nails manicured, smelling like expensive perfume and sweet body spray—looking like an absolute premium fuckdoll. And then I let the nastiest, smelliest perverts society ignores (or the hottest, most dominant alphas) completely ruin me.
One of them climbs on top, his heavy, unwashed body crushing me into the foul mattress, his sour sweat soaking into my clean skin. His greasy belly and hairy chest rubbing against my back with every thrust, his stinking armpits right by my face as he grunts and moans like an animal into my ear—hot, rancid breath panting against my cheek while he licks and slobbers on it like a dog marking his bitch. His rough, dirty hands clawing and groping my perfect fake 34F tits, squeezing hard enough to bruise while his thick, bare cock slams raw into my dripping pussy or already-gaped whore ass, stretching me wide with every nasty pump.
I feel every inch sliding in and out, his sweaty balls slapping against me, his grunts getting louder as he gets closer—knowing any second he’s going to flood my unprotected holes with his hot, superior load while Martin sits home clueless. The contrast drives me insane: me starting the night looking and smelling like a goddess, ending it as a wrecked, sweat-soaked, cum-leaking mess—hair tangled, makeup smeared, perfume drowned out by the stench of pervert sweat and fresh creampies, body marked with handprints and bite marks, holes gaping and dripping, completely ruined and reeking of betrayal… exactly how a cheating cum dumpster like me deserves to be used.
I’ve let strangers cum on Martin’s pillow so he sleeps with their dried loads crusted on his face every night, in his favorite coffee mug so he unknowingly drinks traces of other men’s cum, and all over the couch where he plays video games. I’ve worn his hoodies and T-shirts out to get gangbanged, come home soaked in sweat and loads, then watched him pull them on without washing them for weeks. Sometimes I’ve even pissed in his open beer or on his toothbrush after a night of ... play — and I’ve let men rub their dirty cocks (fresh from my ass or pussy) all over his toothbrush so he brushes his teeth every morning and night with their dried cum and my ass juice.
I’ve picked up his calls while getting railed — muffling my moans, telling him I’m “just out of breath from yoga” while some fat old creep or a hung alpha pounds my ass and grunts in the background. I’ve sent him cute selfies mid-fuck with cock just out of frame, or even accidentally left the camera on for a second so he almost heard the wet slapping sounds.
The betrayal is right in his own house: Martin’s own father has fucked me raw multiple times — that dirty old pervert has bent me over his kitchen counter, in his bed, even in Martin’s childhood bedroom, dumping his thick loads deep inside the same holes his ...... thinks are exclusive. I’ve let several of Martin’s closest friends use me too — they’ve groped me at parties, pulled me into bathrooms to breed me quick and dirty, taken turns on me at group hangouts, and still sit next to him on the couch laughing while secretly knowing they’ve turned his “perfect” girlfriend into their shared cumrag.
Martin is literally the ONLY man who has never been allowed to fuck my ass — I told him I “don’t like anal” and he believes it like the gullible little beta he is, while thousands of strangers, perverts, alphas, his dad, and his friends have all stretched and creampied my ass over and over — many of them dumping two, three, even four loads in me in a single session.
I spend Martin’s hard-earned money on the sluttiest outfits and lingerie he never gets to see me wear for him, Uber rides to the apartments of the men who fuck me, cheap motel rooms for gangbangs, cash tips I slip into the pockets of the ugliest pervs or hottest alphas after they finish dumping in me, and Plan B when I’m too lazy to flush — all while he brags to everyone about how lucky he is to have such a “sweet, supportive girlfriend.”
I come home with hickeys I blame on “gym equipment” or “curling iron burns,” dried cum flakes in my hair he thinks is hairspray or dry shampoo, red handprints and bruises on my ass I hide under tight yoga pants, and sometimes even stranger pubes stuck to my thighs. I’ve let men spit thick wads into my open mouth right before walking in the door, then kissed Martin hello while it’s still warm on my tongue. I love leaving these little clues he’s too stupid and trusting to ever notice.
I’ve had Martin eat me out right after I’ve been out getting fucked by strangers and pervs — he thinks I’m just naturally that wet and creamy for him, eagerly licking up their mixed loads like the nasty clueless cuck he is. I’ve kissed him goodnight with fresh cock breath and stranger cum still on my tongue, and he just smiles and says I taste good. He’s such a pathetic, oblivious loser.
I secretly record some of the roughest fucks on my phone — hidden camera clips of me gagging, squirting, begging — and late at night I watch them with headphones in while Martin sleeps next to me, touching myself to the proof of how much better real men ruin me.
I crave total degradation. Call me whore, slut, cum dumpster, cheating pig, dirty ... rag, worthless fuckmeat, homewrecking traitor, family-ruining breeding sow — the nastier and more personal the name, the wetter and needier I get. Martin is the only man alive who can’t make me cum; I fake every moan for him, then sneak out to get railed until I’m shaking, squirting, and begging for more from real men.
Over the years I’ve been fucked by thousands of different men — way more loads than that since so many of them breed me multiple times in one session. I’ve been impregnated plenty of times by random strangers and aborted every single one so far — the constant risk of some stranger’s load actually taking, turning me into a knocked-up whore, is what keeps me soaked and coming back for more raw cock. But one day soon I’ll stop aborting and keep whatever load sticks. I don’t care who the father is or what he looks like; I’ll be lucky if the kid even comes out white. I’ll time it perfectly after one of my fake-passionate “romantic nights” with Martin so he’s convinced it’s his, then sit back and watch him raise another man’s baby — maybe one that looks nothing like him at all — while he brags to everyone about his perfect little family, never knowing his “loyal” girlfriend is a reckless, seed-hungry cheating whore who lives for total betrayal.
And when we finally get "married"? Oh, that's going to be the ultimate betrayal, you filthy, vow-shattering cumrag. Martin will be pacing in his tux, beaming like the idiot he is, thinking this is the day I become "his" forever. But just before the ceremony, while he's greeting guests and practicing his pathetic vows, I'll sneak off to a dingy back room at the venue—maybe the janitor's closet or a filthy bathroom stall—with a pack of 10 nasty strangers I've rounded up online: a mix of gross, overweight pervs with beer guts and bad breath, ugly homeless creeps reeking of sweat and desperation, and a few ripped alphas with massive cocks to really stretch me out. They'll swarm me in my pristine white wedding dress, the one Martin paid for with his savings, hiking up the lace and satin to expose my bare, unprotected holes—no panties, of course, just a dripping, eager cunt and ass ready for destruction.
They'll take turns gangbanging me raw, no mercy: one fat slob pinning me against the wall, slamming into my pussy while another ugly lowlife forces his dirty cock down my throat, gagging me until mascara runs down my cheeks like the ruined bride I am. The alphas will double-team my ass—double anal, triple if they can fit—stretching me wide while the pervs ... on my tits, soaking the dress in yellow streams that mix with their sweat. I'll be on my knees in a puddle of filth, begging like a whore: "Breed me, ruin Martin's big day, make me walk down the aisle leaking your loads." They'll dump bucketloads inside me—creampies in every hole, bukkake blasts all over my face, hair, and veil, turning that "pure" white gown into a sticky, cum-crusted mess. I'll scoop the anal creampies out with my manicured fingers and eat them, ATM the dirtiest cocks straight from my gaping ass, swallowing ...-chased cum while they call me a wedding-wrecking pig, a family-destroying sow who's about to say "I do" with stranger seed dripping down my thighs.
The risk? Insane. Guests milling around outside, Martin texting "Where are you, babe? Ceremony starts soon ❤️"—and me muffling moans as the last perv grunts and unloads, rubbing his sweaty balls on my bouquet for good measure. I'll straighten my dress as best I can, but it'll be obvious to anyone with eyes: hickeys peeking from the neckline, dried flakes in my updo, red slap marks on my ass under the skirt, and that telltale wet spot seeping through. I'll walk down the aisle reeking of cum, ..., and betrayal, smiling at Martin like the lying traitor I am, feeling loads sloshing inside me with every step. During the vows, I'll clench to keep it all in, squirting silently at the thought of his "kiss the bride" tasting like a gang of superior men's leftovers. And later, at the reception? Maybe slip away for round two with the groomsmen—his friends, his dad included—turning our "honeymoon suite" into another bukkake den while Martin toasts to our "forever."
The cheating spills into his workplace too: I've shown up at his office "to bring lunch," but really to get gangbanged in the break room by his coworkers and boss—the same guys he sucks up to for promotions. They've bent me over conference tables, stuffed my holes while conference calls drone on in the background, dumping loads on his desk chair so he sits in dried cum during meetings. His boss has made it a ritual: every performance review, I get reviewed first—triple anal in the executive suite, then sent home leaking while Martin gets "constructive feedback" from a man who's just bred his girlfriend. I love texting Martin "Good luck at work today ❤️" right after swallowing his colleague's ....
I even fantasize about “accidentally” live-streaming a gangbang to his friends’ group chat so they all watch me get ruined in real time.
I’m a fully submissive white cumrag with zero limits, zero loyalty, and zero remorse — just a set of wet, cheating, lying holes begging to be trashed, filled, ruined, and impregnated by any man except the trusting loser waiting at home.
Use me behind Martin’s back. Degrade me. Dump in me raw. Breed me while he’s in the next room. I’ll come home leaking, kiss him goodnight with your taste still in my mouth, and ...... next to him dreaming of the next cock that gets to destroy his little fantasy.
