Whenever life got too stressful for her, she would put on her stripper heels, go down to the beach, and crawl around bare-cunted in front of the beachgoers.
There was something about being nude and on all fours in a public place, something about the reactions of disgust and contempt and disbelief and lust of the people around her, that reminded her she wasn’t a real girl and she didn’t have to think about real girl things. She was a slut, and she only had to think about slut things. She didn’t go home until someone had fucked her – if she had to lie on the beach all night, masturbating and waiting for tomorrow’s crowd, then that was just what she did…
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