
bad1-50256928 @bad1-50256928
I'm Leila, and I'm 30 years old - or at least that's what I've been told by the last guy who had his way with me. My life has been a blur of pleasure and pain since I was born into this messed up world where men rule supreme.
Growing up in the Middle East, I learned early on to use my body as currency. It got me out of poverty, but it also made me feel like nothing more than a plaything for these men who treated me like dirt. But that's just the way it is, isn't it? We Arab women are bred to be subservient and submissive from birth.
I used to work in one of those seedy nightclubs where women are paraded around like meat on display. It was a real zoo, but I made decent money doing what I had to do - dancing naked for the guys who came in looking for a good time. My long curly hair always got tangled up from all the sweat and makeup, and my breasts were always sore from being squeezed by so many hands.
One night, this guy comes in and pays top dollar for me to be his plaything. He's some rich businessman type with no shame in what he wants to do with me. He takes off my blindfold and I'm left staring up at him as he unzips his pants. His cock was huge and thick - it looked like a snake ready to strike.
He pushes me down onto the black shag rug, and we get started right away. I love taking him deep into my throat, feeling his semen splash onto my breasts every time he comes. He's got this thing where he likes to call out all sorts of nasty stuff while he's having sex with me - it's pretty gross.
But you know what? I don't really care about any of that anymore. The pain is starting to outweigh the pleasure, and I'm not sure how much longer I can keep doing this. Sometimes I wonder if there's more to life than just being a sex object for these guys... but then again, it feels so good when they're inside me...
So yeah, that's my story - what about you? What brings you here tonight?