The House Always Wins: Starring London Keyes

London storms out of the club, fists tight, tips short, mouth full of curses. The bouncers corner her in the alley, and the house always collects. They crowd her against cold brick, already pulling belts free. She spits back, but one strong hand grabs her by the hair and bends her over the car hood. They work fast, yanking her thong aside, spitting on her hole. The first guy pushes in without warning, thick black cock splitting her open, driving every inch of debt straight into her ass. She grits her teeth, fights for a second, then gives in to the rhythm pounding against her. They switch places, each one rougher than the last. The concrete scrapes her palms. She takes it all, hole stretched wide, pain and shame mixing with the sharp edge of need. They leave her leaking, sore, heels unsteady, while they tuck their dicks away and count what she owes in every throbbing inch she just paid.