Portsmouth Shipyard

I’m a whore in turnout gear, nothing more than a cum-dump in a uniform. They think I’m out here saving lives, but all I want is to get fucked like the filthy little paramedic slut I really am. Bent over the stretcher, moaning into my radio strap, dripping down my thighs between calls — I’m always ready, always needy. I don’t care if I’m still wearing my badge or if the bay doors are half-open — use me like I’m just another piece of gear. Spit on me, call me names, shove me down and take what you want. I’ll still thank you after, still beg for more with cum drying on my skin under the uniform I don’t deserve to wear. I’m not here to help — I’m here to be ruined.