The twilight whore: a tale of high quality detail in an unusual setting

In the twilight of an evening, a woman in a green strapless gown, black thigh-highs, and elbow-length gloves entered a public bathroom. Her golden ponytail cascaded down her back, framing her detailed face with striking green eyes. The dress, torn at the cleavage line, revealed her naked breasts and cutout clothing around her nipples. She sat on a huge dildo, one hand clutching it, the other playing with a collar attached to boots with torn stockings. As she knelt in front of the gloryhole, her lips wrapped around the intruding penis, a sense of detachment lingered in her ahegao-like expression. Cum dripped onto her face, hair, and dress, staining the fabric and completing her transformation from woman to whore.