No polish, no plans—just feral hunger and unprotected office park filth. This desperate, road-hardened hobo with her mangy coat barely hanging on has one mission: trap any stray load she can find. And when she stumbles onto an abandoned desk with a wad of old condoms? She tears that shit open like it’s Christmas. The scumshot starts easy enough—her dirty lips wrapped around a discarded rubber-stuffed cock, gagging on every last drop of cold jizz like it’s sustenance. But real opportunity knocks when she spots the real dick lingering nearby, still packed for later use by some sleazy businessman.
