I love the moment I meet a new man for a date… He looks at me with pity when he sees I&rs

I love the moment I meet a new man for a date…

He looks at me with pity when he sees I’ve chosen to reduce myself to just a sex object for male pleasure,dolled up like a bimbo whore and dressed up to earn cocks & cum, not respect or success :)

But he also feels lust alongside his pity, and he imagines what my big fake plastic lips will feel like when I get on my knees and suck his cock, and how tight my asshole will feel around his dick when he bends me over and lifts my skirt to breed me…

I don’t mind the look of disgust on his face or the obvious hard cock growing in his pants ;D

I love being inferior to him, and letting him lead me around as his obedient armcandy for the night until he decides to take me home and use my body. I don’t want his respect, because I get equally turned on being his dumb fantasy slut.

I’ll be a good girl until he’s done with me.

And then I’ll squeeze into another embarrassing tight minidress that shows everyone what I am, and I’ll walk out on my silly high heels to find a new man to use me ;) xx