Built for BWC The Movie

I am attending a sex group therapy to help me face my challenges with my promiscuous ways and addiction to BWC. After telling my sexual background that started from my stepfamily and creepy dynamics. I confess how my stepdad branded me with a barcode that shows on random parts of my body, if any guy scans it they will see images and videos of my sexual history, and more barcodes show up. You are the leader in this group and you are shocked but curious because you have never met a woman like me that would confess all of this. You then ask me if I need a one on one session after the group leaves to help me with my past. As we chat I start getting those hypersexual emotions again. My legs move and my hips rocks, you see my pussy under my skirt. You can’t help but to stare as I wiggle around like manic. You start grabbing your cock, trying not to let me see your hard on but it's too late. I tell you I am so easy, a slut, a whore just fuck meat for BWC, I will hump and fuck when my pussy gets that feeling. I desperately beg you to fuck me. You scan my barcodes and see images of me at gangbang parties, and being hosed down with cum. You cant take it anymore and we fuck. After a week I am living with you, and I am basically your human fuck toy. I surf the net all day chatting with other guys with a BWC because you encourage me to be a complete slut. You notice more barcodes on my chest and ass, and you scan them seeing how busy I have been. Even after I blew several guys today you tell me it’s your turn and I suck your BWC till cum spray my face with your cum.