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Everyone in my family is in the health care industry. In one way shape form or fashion. So it’s no surprise that I became a dirty little candy striper. I’ve always been a slut since I was barely legal. I guess that’s why it didn’t take long before I had a cock in my hands.I tried my hardest no to be slutty.But all the men in there just kept making me offers. As if they just knew that I couldn’t resist money .Or ignore a rock hard cock. One after the other each room I entered one of the guys would offer me something.Inticing me to be a dirty little candy striper.

One guy even said that I could climb into the bed and ride his face.How could a young little honey pot like me resist that? You would think since these guys were sick and in the hospital.The last thing they would be thinking of was pussy.But nope , I guess men always think with their third leg .Instead of their heads that is how they always end up in trouble.So each room I would enter I would always exit with a pocket full of cash. And someones sticky load on my hands or in my hair.

Proving my theory that guys always think with their dicks.

They just simply can not help themselves.And me being the naughty whore that I am .We were always able to strike up a deal.That would leave us both satisfied.Cause I don’t mind pleasing your throbbing meat.But I sure as hell ain’t gonna do it for free.They would always assume that I was a kid. Then quickly realalize that I was a well groomed young slut.Who was on the prowl looking for horny losers.Who get off on barely legal girls.

 

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