Anal Whore

Amy Brooke is pure anal filth, and she proves it quick. A guy works beads up her ass in the open. They vanish one by one until her ring is loose and twitching. Fists follow. A whole hand sinks past the knuckles, twisting while she shudders. Strangers step close, grabbing her tits, twisting the nipples raw. She’s getting drilled in daylight and doesn’t hide it. Pizza guy shows, unloads across her face, thick ropes clinging to her lashes and lips. They slap plastic wrap over the mess, turn her into a walking cum mask, and shove her into the van waiting at the curb. Inside, Tommy Pistol and three delivery boys take turns wrecking her. She’s filled at both ends, stuffed airtight, holes stretched and slapped. They pound her ass until it gapes, then make her hold it open so they can look. Later Tommy drags her into a corner store, face still slick, and makes her kneel on the counter like a tray. Strangers reach around for snacks while her wrecked asshole twitches in plain view. Every thrust, every stare, every fresh load reminds her she came here to be used.