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Homelessness in Los Angeles has hit epic proportions. It is a social problem that shows no signs of abetting and no matter how many virtue signals celebrities and rich liberals put out – nothing is really being accomplished. With the housing disenfranchised creeping into the Westside something has to be done to help these street dwellers out. Paris and her husband think it’s a wonderful idea to offer blowjobs to the group of dumpster divers out in front of their residence. Even a few moments of happiness is a diversion from their everyday misery. It’s a wonderful social experiment and soon Paris is drowning in cock. Rock hard with swollen ball bags waiting to bust it’s moving faster than transients grabbing tent space on skid row. Pummeling her face with a passion, the cocks seek her saliva dripping mouth to rub deep into her throat for pleasure. These hobos are absolutely having a blast and are quite happy to face fuck this upper west side socialite with the force of a rampaging mob. It’s a cock sucking feel good package that perhaps more well to do couples should offer their fellow Angelenos who are down on their luck. Everybody needs a blowjob here and there. Soon the hapless hobos are covering her face in bum jizz. Paris feels so much more fulfilled doing an actual good deed versus her usual virtue signalling social media posts.

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