Taking Down Bobbi Starr

They pin Bobbi face-down. Five pairs of hands lock her wrists, her ankles, her thighs. One of them yanks her skirt up, another shoves her face into the mattress, and the game’s over before it starts. She bucks hard, muscles tight, every kick useless against the weight pinning her. Her mouth fills with the first thick black cock before she can curse. Spit runs down her chin, her throat works, and the men keep her spread while another drives straight into her ass. She tries to twist away, but the grip only tightens. The dick in her mouth pushes deeper, the one in her ass slams harder, and the rest of them just hold on. They flip her when they feel like it, forcing her knees wide, forcing her open. One shaft rams her pussy, another stays buried in her ass, stretching her in a brutal double. The bondage never loosens. Even when they let her think she’s free for a second, fresh hands grab her wrists again and yank her back onto the next cock. Bobbi gasps and fights, but every struggle earns her another inch. Cum leaks down her thighs, spit glistens on her lips, and the men don’t stop until every hole has been used and used again.