Carla woke up at 2pm on Sunday, her body still full of marks from the previous night — her ass raw, her muscles sore, but her boner pulsing stronger than ever. The house was silent, the scorching sun of Foz do Iguaçu coming through the windows. He realized there was nothing to eat and ordered delivery via the app. "40 minutes," the forecast said. Enough time to prepare.

She took a hot shower, the water running over her shaved, sensitive skin, but the fire inside her didn't go out—it only grew. He got out of the shower dripping, the hair in his blonde wig still damp, and decided to tease himself more. She took a butt plug with a long fox tail, inserted it with a low moan — her ass complained, but she loved this mix of pain and pleasure. She wore tiny panties, a red microdress that barely covered her thighs, and high-heeled clogs. She put on makeup quickly: red lipstick, dark eyeshadow, false eyelashes. I was ready.

The doorbell rang. Carla walked to the gate with a deliberate sway. He could have opened the gate a little, but he opened it completely, exposing himself to neighbors who were drinking chimarrão on their balconies and to people on the street. The delivery man, a young man of about 25, with wide eyes and a scruffy beard, was paralyzed when he saw her: her fox tail waving under her dress, her clogs echoing, her lipstick screaming provocation.

— Here's your order — he stammered, holding the bag.

Carla picked up the food with one hand and, with the other, pointed at him:

— Want a dick suck? You can cum in my mouth.

He swallowed hard, looking around.

- Here? he asked, incredulously.

— Yes, I'm just going to close the gate — she replied, pushing the metal with a naughty smile.

Gate closed, Carla knelt in the backyard, the house's cameras recording everything. He unzipped the delivery man's pants, pulled out his already half-hard cock and began sucking it eagerly. He moaned loudly, holding her head as she worked him with her mouth and tongue. It didn't even take three minutes — he came, filling Carla's mouth with hot jets. She played with the cum, letting it run down her lips before swallowing it all, standing up with a look of victory.

— Thanks, nice — I said, winking at him, who staggered away, dazed.

Inside the house, Carla ate lunch calmly, the taste of the delivery man still on her tongue. But the excitement gave no respite. It was Sunday afternoon, and she wanted more—much more than the night before. He decided to mount himself again, with even more boldness.

She chose a shiny black wig, straight and long, which contrasted with an electric blue, body-hugging dress, with a deep neckline and short enough to show the plug's tail with each step. The makeup was eye-catching: dark purple lipstick, neon eyeshadow, exaggerated blush. On her feet, high boots with platform heels. Bracelets, necklaces, hoop earrings — all jingling like an eye-catcher. Before leaving, he took out his cell phone and activated the front camera: he wanted to record everything.

It was almost 4pm when Carla got into the car. He decided to stay in the neighborhood, turning it into his playground. He drove through residential streets, windows open, the stereo playing pulsating electronic music. He stopped at a square known for being a meeting point for young people and workers on weekends. She got out of the car like a queen, her fox tail wagging, her boots clicking on the ground, and lit a cigarette, letting the smoke rise as she watched the movement.

It soon attracted attention. A group of five young men, sitting on a bench with beer cans in their hands, began to whistle and shout provocations. Carla approached, wiggling, the plug pressing into her ass with each step, and threw her hair back.

— Did you like what you saw? — he asked, his voice hoarse and provocative.

— And you think not? — replied one of them, a tattooed guy called Thiago, laughing with his friends.

She was direct:

—Then come with me. You can eat me any way you want, but don't take off your panties, film everything and cum in my mouth. Do you agree?

They looked at each other, between shock and excitement, and agreed. They took her behind a large tree, far enough away to provide some privacy, but still in view of anyone passing by carefully. Carla knelt on the grass, her dress riding up, and began to suck Thiago while the others took out their dicks, already masturbating. One of them, a dark-skinned man named Rafael, filmed everything with his cell phone, narrating out loud:

— Look at this bitch, bro, sucking Thiago like he was the last dick in the world!

She moved from one to the other, sucking hungrily, her moans muffled by the sounds of the square. Thiago was the first to catch her from behind. Before starting, he carefully removed the plug, throwing it on the grass, and forced his dick into her asshole. Carla screamed with pleasure, asking for more. Another, a blonde named Gabriel, took the lead and stuck his dick in her mouth while Rafael continued filming. The other two, Júnior and Leo, took turns masturbating and waiting their turn.

— I want two in my ass! —she demanded, and they obeyed. Thiago and Gabriel lined up their dicks and penetrated her together, eliciting a scream that echoed throughout the square. Rafael, still filming, masturbated with his other hand. One by one, they came in Carla's mouth, who received each spurt with her eyes half closed, her purple lipstick smudged mixed with the cum dripping down her chin.

It was almost 6pm when they finished. Carla got up, adjusted her dress, lit another cigarette and went back to the car, leaving the five of them laughing and talking about what they had done. But she wouldn't stop there. He drove to a gas station at the exit of Foz do Iguaçu, a famous spot among truck drivers. She walked in, ordered a beer at the convenience store and sat down on a bench outside, the plug's tail already replaced, visible under her dress.

Soon, two truck drivers approached, smelling of diesel and sweat. She repeated the rules, and they took her to the back parking lot. There, next to a truck, they removed the plug again and took turns in her ass and mouth, filming with an old cell phone while she moaned loud enough to attract the attention of whoever was gassing up. One of them, a bearded man named Marcos, came so much that Carla almost choked. The other, a bald man named Edson, finished on her face, laughing as he wiped his dick on his black wig.

It was after 8pm when Carla returned home. She entered the neighborhood with the windows open, her face covered in cum, her dress hiked up, her boots covered in dirt. Cameras recorded his arrival once again. She fell onto the bed, exhausted, but with a smile on her lips.

"Second day", he thought. "Seven males today, sixteen in total. I still have 28 days to go."