Mummy Face Fuck

He's taped up tight. Can't flinch. Can't twist away. The girls know it. They circle slow, smirking, each with a perfect ass and the kind of grin that promises trouble. Hands slide down his shaft—soft, slow, almost gentle—until he hardens, twitching despite himself. Fingers find his nipples next, pinching cruelly, dragging small spasms from his bound body. He bites his lip, breath ragged, trying to stay quiet. But when they climb on, it breaks him. One by one, each brat squats over his face, smothering him deep, grinding until his muffled gasps turn to desperate, broken sounds. They bounce, laugh, press down harder. His taped frame jolts like a toy beneath them, every movement proving there's no escape, only more of them, more of this, until the only noises left are theirs—and his helpless, wrecked groans buried under their asses.