A quick flash of fiction!
Zeke tucked a lock of pink, matted hair behind the ear of the coked out vixen with her head between his legs. Black chipped fingernails, bitten down to nubs, gripped both of his leather clad thighs. The back alley whore knew her way around a hard cock, but he’d definitely experienced better. No matter, she needed the money for her chosen coping mechanism, and he felt especially charitable this evening.
The whole world had gone to fuck as each rise of the sun brought...