Holly Halston is the undisputed queen of the gutter sluts. No other neighborhood street prostitute comes close to the wildness of this back alley bimbo. Holly likes to wear swimsuits and platform shoes topped off with a stripper’s boa. That babe likes to advertise her goods and one-up the other doxies. How many Big-Boob hookers will take a customer’s pecker bareback? Engulf a ding-dong freshly popped without her own rectal hole? Brag that this babe enjoys the smack of her own ass off a John’s cock?
Holly runs her back alley territory with a immodest mouth, using language that would make a dockworker in Marseilles blush with embarrassment. She chases off mate female of the evening Soleil Hughes, a much taller cutie. No rival strumpets can step on Holly’s action. That babe meets her semi-match in a trick who’s spending the afternoon cheating on his wife, a ladies man who enjoys eating Holly’s well-fucked butt. Holly shoos Soleil away and heads back to the trick’s home. That chap is another cheapskate bargain-hunter looking to pay as little as possible but he’s by no means had to negotiate with a clever doxy like Holly Halston. It’s a sure bet her magic vagina and black hole will have him driving back to her turf next week. We pity the fool.