Mariah

The fucked up thing about Mariah is that she's somebody's daughter doing this nasty shit. Somewhere she took the wrong road and picked dark chocolate over vanilla every time. My girl Mariah's got this cute little theory. Stick a wall between her and that black dick and suddenly she's fine risking it all for the throat-down treatment. That's why a filthy glory hole like this was basically built for her. Blonde curls bouncing, pouty mouth that could suck a Walmart shopping bag down to nothing fast, she's an operating room for nasty moments. Then she proves it by dropping to her knees right there, licking those midnight poles like she paid for top shelf meat instead of half-licked s*** from someone else's toilet. Doesn't hide how it's all happening ten feet from short-stop suits washing their hands. If anyone bothered glancing at the reflection, you'd see her point those slim knees west, swallow loads the shades of frying oil, wet her tongue up in fresh black salt. By the end the stall walls smell like that's some job done dirty. Poor bastard walks in after her planning nothing spadeslide related will just scrape his shoes in the lather-backed leftovers and wonder if the circus passed through overnight. She leaves paint thinner walls of sweat, salvia and pure sprung jet settling there at mouth level. Sorry fucker walking in is definitely a bullet dodging spree with how much Mariah graffitied before jet washing that pissbaggage behind shutting sliding pebbles.