Ride the Pony

Amabella’s naked in the street, wrists zip-tied behind her. A rider jumps on the rickshaw and she pulls, calves burning, tits bouncing with every jolt. He yanks the handlebars, steers her into an alley where a half-dozen men wait, drinks in hand, eyes already hard. Someone slaps her ass, spreads her cheeks, and the first cock slams into her mouth. She gags, spit stringing down her chin, while another guy lines up behind and shoves straight into her ass—no spit, no warning, just raw stretch. The men laugh, toss her name like trash—“filthy whore,” “street slut”—and take turns feeding her throat and pounding her hole. Cum floods her tongue, more splashes across her cheeks, drips off her lashes, until the last guy finishes, zips up, and leaves her kneeling in the gutter, face painted white and eyes glassy.