Emilie’s boyfriend had dumped her for a younger, hotter slut, which she could understand, but she still couldn’t help crying. No matter how many men used her open mouth as a urinal, she just couldn’t get the thought of her ex-boyfriend’s beautiful cock out of her head.

She knew the best therapy for any woman going through a stressful period was to submit to the perverse uses of any men she could find, so she had gone down to the local bar and signed up for urinal duty as soon as her boyfriend dumped her.

She hoped that she’d be feeling better after her 18 hour shift was over, but she knew that she could volunteer for “Anal for the Homeless” if she still needed something more. There really was nothing like having twenty or so smelly homeless men use her ass like a fleshlight to really get her in a better mood.