Porn Shop Slut

Cassandra Cruz thought she could handle the heat. Thought she could take the stares, the taunts, the filth thrown at her in broad daylight. She was wrong. The moment the crowd closed in she folded, legs shaking, face burning, body already betraying her. Strangers shoved her against the wall of the shop, yanked her head down, forced her mouth open. One cock after another slammed past her lips, spit running down her chin while hands slapped her ass and tore at her clothes. Someone spread her cheeks, spit on her hole, pushed in dry. She gasped around the dick in her throat, tears streaking her makeup, but they kept going, using her like meat. Every thrust rocked her forward, every slap left another mark. By the time the last man finished inside her she wasn’t thinking about pride anymore. She was just a hole, dripping, used, exactly what she was always meant to be.