Happy 18th Birthday Roxy Bell!!!

Roxy Bell turns eighteen today. After the cake and candles, the masks come on. Five strangers burst through her bedroom door and the cuffs snap around her wrists before she can scream. They fix her to the bed frame, her knees already buckling, and shove one thick cock after another down her throat. Spit runs down her chin and splatters her party dress. They haul her onto the mattress next, rope biting into her thighs and arms until she’s spread wide and helpless. One guy slides under her, another climbs on top, and suddenly both holes stretch around cock at the same time. Her muffled cries leak around the filthy socks they’ve crammed into her mouth, the taste of her own sweat and dirt thick on her tongue. Every thrust knocks the headboard against the wall. The men switch places without mercy, pounding her ass and cunt until she’s shaking. When they finally pull out, hot ropes paint her flat stomach, small tits, and pretty face. She lies there twitching, dripping, still tied, while the cameras keep rolling.