Holly Halston is the undisputed queen of the gutter bitches. No other neighborhood street prostitute comes close to the wildness of this back alley wench. Holly loves to wear swimsuits and platform shoes topped off with a stripper’s boa. This babe can’t live without to advertise her goods and one-up the other harlots. How many busty hookers will take a customer’s jock bareback? Engulf a cock freshly popped with out her own anal opening? Brag that that babe enjoys the smack of her own gazoo off a John’s shlong?
Holly runs her back alley territory with a impure mouth, using language that would make a dockworker in Marseilles blush with embarrassment. She chases off boyfrend woman of the evening Soleil Hughes, a much taller girl. No rival bitches can step on Holly’s act. She meets her semi-match in a trick who’s spending the afternoon cheating on his wife, a Lothario who enjoys eating Holly’s well-fucked ass. Holly shoos Soleil away and heads back to the trick’s home. He’s some other cheapskate bargain-hunter looking to pay as little as possible but he’s by no means had to negotiate with a clever whore adore Holly Halston. It’s a sure wager her magic twat and backdoor will have him driving back to her turf next week. We pity the fool.