"Gracias" | Theresa

Baja California, Mexico

"Hello, my loves," Theresa began, her voice taking on a sensual lilt as she spoke.

The camera pans over to a distant figure, a beautiful woman with golden hair and piercing blue eyes. The 42-year-old with her classical looks was looking every inch the porn goddess she was known to be before her blackout. 

“I...I missed you all so much.” 

The fans respond, dozens of their serendipitous faces lit up to see her back on the screen. Though her eyes were still puffy, her voice was steady and her expression hauntingly serene as she addressed her million-strong fan-base. Who at her end of her monitor were happily scrambling to fumble their flies. Despite her recent loss, she managed to put on her best smile for them. 

"You have been my rock, my everything after~” she paused, her wince fighting with her tortured smile,

“...Kevin's passing, and my solace during the blackest days." 

“He would have been 18 today.”

Her fans swiftly began to send a flurry of messages, showering her with their utmost of their understanding and adoration. Followed by a flurry of tip ticker rings. 

Please tell him I love him when he wakes up doctor. Please? Please please please?...

...

......

...M'am? 

O GhOd

...M'am I'm sorry.

Oh GAHd. OH MYGOD. OH PLEASE OH MY GOD

It's not really her fault after all. She was off buying his birthday Ferrari with the 3^rd million she just earned. IF anything it's his slime-ball friends'. That cocktail of 4 Locos and 5 Hour Energy shots and ecstasy and speed. Speed...perhaps that's why he was so fast that he fast-forwarded himself to his headstone. Adding an early period (.) to her little 'miracle baby' that docs once told her would not live past his first. He even loved his "whore mommy" despite everyone.

“I love you all,” Theresa continued, her voice sounded lost, almost bubbly.

She beamed, blushing as a single tear streaked down her premium high cheeks. 

Then, as she had always done in the past, she bent down and surveyed the arrayed stream webcam windows on her screen- the patrons across several continents and earning gaps who gave her the jet- set lifestyle she was known for. From the streaming screens- the tens of thousands of bristling cocks, circumcised and uncircumcised, stood at her attention as if at a vigil. But as if stricken by her tragedy, many had became half mast and wilted in commiseration. Others remained moistened, but their repressed impatience had leaked rivulets of salty slime all over their filthy hands and keyboards. 

“I always feel the happiest when I know you are watching me.”

Suddenly, two naked bronzed men entered the frame, both sporting long, erect cocks that draped closely around Theresa's cherubic face as if they were joints of salami spears. The men's brown cocks, long and hard, rested on either side of her Nordic face, casting shadows across her perfectly made-up visage. 

"I've invited two very special guests to join me on this livestream, and I think you're going to love what they have in store for you." Theresa's giggling voice laced with a hint of innocence. "You guys ready for some fun? I know I am," 

The men stepped forward, their cocks already jutting out towards her. And like giant salamis, their unwashed pulled back foreskins were covered in a thick layer of white that looked like crumbles of chalk. Theresa reached out and tenderly caressed the tip of one man's erection, then both. 

Both unwashed length were dripping pitilessly on her bared shoulders and ample breasts with excitement, ready for her skilled mouth. And as if awoken from a dream, Theresa's watching fandoms instantly lit up.  Inside the tens of thousands of webcam windows, their hands flew to open their flies.

"Well, well, well," Theresa purred as she massaged 1 of her “friend's” long tanned cock, admiring the bulging veins that swelled all over it, proudly pulling it close to her camera, her voice naughty and sultry. "It looks like I'm not the only one ready for a good time."

She raked her nose over the presented cock of one of the men, then made a show of smelling its rank odors deeply, her happy eyes never leaving the camera. Then, she began to lick it lustfully, her wet tongue darted over its unwashed tip wildly and with shameless hunger. The sounds of her slurping filled the hacienda mansion's room. 

  

Her fans watched in awe, their own cocks growing hard in their hands. They typed out messages, begging her to continue. Her tongue wildly licked clean their foreskins for all of her viewers to see, and she began to polish the two slimy phallic crowns. 

"You guys are making me so wet," she moaned, "I wish you could all be here to fuck me." 

Once known as the milf: for "Black Cocks on White Whores 2 (honestly best of the series)", "Filthy Angels (the original and top billing)", "Mommy's First Varsity Team Bukkake", and simply "1,000 Facials, Theresa's New Divorce Face." As they watched Theresa glanced up at the camera and winked, her mascara running down her cheeks as she continued to drink up the 2 men.

The first man groans. But the other friend was not to be ignored and he brusquely tangled his meaty hand in her golden hair. With urgent possessiveness, he made her occupied mouth free and then plunged his own dark cock behind her slime glazed teeth, his hips thrusting in time with her moans. The sight of Theresa's delicate face buried in the two dark cocks sent her fans into a frenzy. Some said they were close to cumming, some say they woke up their parents, while others said their dicks were on fire. 

She alternates between the two cocks, licking and sucking, her tongue darting out to catch the droplets of pre-cum that gather at the tips. She slurped and sucked, her saliva dripping down the shafts of the two men's cocks, her mascara and lipstick smearing as she worked her magic. The man on her left pulled her hair, making her feel like his little toy, and making her moan even louder. 

With a final thrust of her head, both men let out a loud groan, the first spears of their pressurized precum stuck to her hair. Theresa smiled, her eyes closed in ecstasy as baptism of precum running down her blushing cheeks. Under the stark camera lights, her eyes rolled back in pleasure, her soiled lips curved in a satisfied smile. Theresa pulled away, turning to the camera. 

Theresa's fans went wild, filling the screen with emojis and messages of love and gratitude.

"Are you guys ready for more?" she asked, her voice trembling.

The chat box filled up with messages, each one more urgent than the last.

"I have something special planned for you all," she said, her eyes shining with excitement. "These two men are not just any men. They are the best headsmen the cartel has to offer."

“- by sharing it with all of you."

“So, I have decided to end my life in the most pleasurable way possible - by sharing it with all of you." 

The message board exploded with shock and confusion. With that, She put one of her fingers on her rouged lips and then smeared it on the lower side of the camera, as if she was kissing her audience and leaving behind a print of her kiss for them. 

"This is for you, my loves," she whispered as two thick ropes of cum finally shot out, blasting over her face in a warm, sticky web. 

Theresa licked her lips, savoring the taste of the men's cum. She turned to the camera and gave a wink. "You're all amazing my darlings,” her voice shaking with emotion. "I will miss you out there."

The two men stepped forward, their bulging muscular arms tensed as they held their weapons. Theresa smiled at them, a look of pure bliss on her face as she leaned her head back, exposing her perfect slender neck. 

"And to those of you who enjoy a little blood in your porn," she winks, "I hope you enjoy my beheading. Fap away, my friends." As the two headsmen came close and stuck out their slimey cock, she licked them clean, and made a show of the prodigious white quantity stuck on her tongue to the camera. 

“Gracias Papi <3”  she purred. and bestowed a kiss on each of the tips of the glistening cocks. Which twitched in response to her lips.

and as a flurry of texts for Theresa rushes over her screen, her happy masochistic head was sliced off her naked shoulders, fountaining her blood all over the room.

As the chatroom was filled with shock and horror, one of the executioners bent down and picked up Theresa's head by her blonde hair, her eyes were still wide with the ecstasy of her final moments. Performatively, he held it briefly in front of the livestream camera, its lifeless gaze staring out into the void as her ardent fans continued to type out messages of stark disbelief.

Then looking down at the disgorging face which swung like a lantern in his hand the man whispered something in Spanish as he directed the the other's sight to her. Both chucked as if it~ she was a private inside joke, and sat it in front of the camera. 

Before walking off-screen, one of them added in English “We'll be sure to enjoy the money she paid us, fellas." 

Then they left, their lipstick kissed cocks still dripping with Theresa's saliva. 

As the door flew close, the last thing Theresa's fans saw was her lifeless head before the webcam, her cum-splattered face frozen in a look of ecstasy. Her expression was lost in an orgasmic trance, her eyes were rolled far back and from her opened lips and her dangerous lulling tongue ran out rivulets of unswallowed cum of the men, the blue fading from her once- beautiful eyes. 

Like a bitch in heat.

Baja California, Mexico

Several Unkind Hours Later~

Several hours as the sun began to set, the Federales zeroed in around Theresa's hacienda. Alerted by her fans they entered the front and back gates in hunched files, their weapons drawn as they raced up the premise, their eyes trained on the ornate bedroom door.

A stone-faced agent cautiously approached the entrance, his hand resting on his holstered weapon. As he stepped inside, he froze.

Theresa's discolored staring head, which had been fetched from her dog prone body, sat propped up in front of the web camera, her stark white eyes were filmed over and lifeless, spent cum had tethered into webs over her once- vibrant features.

Summer flies buzzed around the room, already drawn to the streaks of hardened ribbons of cum that had curdled upon her long loll out tongue, as if still seeking the throbbing members that had so recently defiled her mouth.

The head agent took a deep breath and walked towards the camera that was was last reported to be broadcasting her lifeless head, his aide behind winced as she spotted a lone fly lazily raced over that well glazed tongue. 

“Oh shit, here comes the MexFeds”

The team goosed up and their raised weapons flew toward the desktop's mics. 

Another voice chimed in, "This is fucked up. Whoever did this deserves to rot in hell." 

"Damn, just bought the subscription to see her head. Worth every penny! #RIPTheresa"

As the team peered closer, they realized the livestream was still active. “Merda!” 

“Your head is still giving me life, even in death. ;) ”

To their horror, there were now millions of more fans marked by new fan banners without any profile pics logging in, and purchasing brand new membership fees to witness the gruesome aftermath. 

"There it is, the queen herself!" one fan crowed. "I can't believe I get to see this!"

Animated gifs after gifs of an masturbating cock and accompanying message were still typed to her, as if she or whoever is managing her livestreaming could still hear it and read it. More than several hundreds have noted that her long extended tongue was trying to lick at the live-stream camera. 

"Damn, look at that tongue, still begging for cock.”

The screen on Theresa's end was flooded with walls of text from these new fans, taking advantage of the situation and sending sickeningly depraved "compliments" about how much they enjoyed the sight of her severed head.

"quando la sua testa volò via ho fatto un litro di sborra"

Under the onslaught of new webcam's glow- her eyes, once sparkling with life, were now vacant and glassy, staring out at the growing sea of rapt self-copulating viewers.

"Y'all are sick for getting off to this. She's dead. She can't hear your perverse compliments. Get some respect."

"Respect? She was a porn star, not a saint. Get over it."

"Shut up. It's just a fetish. I don't give a shit if she's dead. I paid for this show, and I'm gonna enjoy it." 

The text messages were a frenzied mix of shock, lust, and callousness. In the few minutes since the team breached inside the room thousands of new fans had joined the livestream, each flocking to catch a glimpse of the touted gruesome wank fuel while it was still live on air. 

"That's so hot, her head is still on camera."

"Her makeup is so smeared, I love it."

"Sickening, but I can't look away. Something about her dead eyes is so... sexy."

"L'adoravo da ragazzino questa puttana. La amo la zoccola."

"I wonder what her son would think of this? If he knew she died while blowing two guys for our entertainment." 

"I wonder how long they'll leave her head there,”

"Imagine how much money she's making now, even as a head." 

A flicker of movement drew the agents' gaze to her tongue, which twitched feebly, fueled by residue nerves. At this the fans erupted into raucous cheers.

"She's still moving! Holy shit, she's still alive!" one cried. "Keep going, babe, give us a show!" another encouraged rapturously.

"You know what, I'm glad I got to see this. Best wank ever." 

"I wonder what her last thoughts insider her head were, as the blade cut it off." 

"Such a waste of a beautiful body," lamented another fan.

“No I want her head before it rots, it still looks great!”

“It will take months, don't worry. ;)”

The flurry of texts now became catcalls, gaining momentum as more and more fans signed.

"I hope there's an afterlife, and she can hear us talking. Theresa I'm cumming all over my board at your beautiful face right now. You'll always be my queen." 

"I wish I could be there to lick the blood off your lips, babe," wrote another. 

“SHE'S WITH HER SON #RIP”

“SHE''S WITH THE FLIES.”

The agents looked on in disbelief as the lewd comments continued to pour in, reading out the long litany of texts sent by her shameless fans.

"I can't believe I paid for this, I fucking love it."

"I'm so sorry this happened to you, but I have to say, it's the best fap I've ever had!"

"Theresa, you've always been a legend, and now you'll be remembered forever."

Some fans began to discuss the deterioration of her body, commenting on the current color of her skin.

“LOL she looks like a zombie!” 

"Damn, she's already stiffening up. That means her skin is going to be so tight soon," 

"Oh man, she's already starting to rot. That smell is going to be epic LOL," read one message. 

"Rotting or not, she's still hot as hell," replied another.

The agent shook his head in disgust, unable to comprehend the lack of human decency displayed by these fans. Clambering down, he called out to his downstairs team member to unplug the powers.

"Her head will rot soon. Not as fap worthy anymore."

"You're wrong, man. She'll always be fap-worthy.

Then a flood of absurd emojis "I'm booking a flight to Mexico,"

"I'm going to keep fapping to this head until I can't cum anymore."

A last jolly comment ticked the instant before the stream was cut, 

“GODDESSES NEVER DIE!”