Sinn Sage gets SPANKED in "Hooker's Curse"!!!!!

She pushes too far. Sinn Sage—nosy journalist in a flimsy costume—sniffs out the graveyard’s secrets and lands square in their trap. Three women pin her, peel her open, make her pay. She’s gagged with her own defiance, wrists cinched behind her back, ankles lashed wide. A flogger kisses her shoulders, then bites lower, striping the curve of that perfect ass until the flesh blooms deep red. She twitches, moans, hips jerking each time the tails land. They take turns. One plants her heel on Sinn’s cheek, forcing her face into the floor while another spreads her, tongue dragging slow over slick folds, teasing the tight ring of muscle just beneath. Sinn bucks; they laugh. A gloved finger circles, presses, sinks past the tight muscle, knuckle-deep in her ass, twisting until she’s panting around the gag. The second woman squats over her mouth, grinding down until Sinn’s tongue works on swollen clit and dripping cunt, licking, sucking, desperate for air. The third kneels behind, straps on thick and shoves straight into that freshly fingered hole—hard, steady thrusts that make Sinn’s cheeks ripple. Every drive slaps skin on skin; every moan gets smothered by the next pussy in line. They rotate. One minute she’s face-down, ass up, taking every inch; the next she’s flipped, legs hooked over shoulders while a different woman rides her mouth and another flogs the undersides of her thighs. Sweat, spit, the wet slap of flesh—Sinn’s round ass never stops glowing, never stops getting spanked raw between rounds. Three women, one ruined journalist, and not a single hole left untouched by Halloween’s end.