Bakery Disgrace

Yasmine de Leon steps into a bakery wearing nothing but a thin cotton dress. Her hands are bound behind her back, and a collar around her neck is clipped to a long leash. The crew shoves her between the counters and she stumbles, hips swaying, nipples pushing hard against the fabric. One of the men yanks the dress down so her tits spill out, then pushes her onto her knees. His cock is already out—thick, veiny, heavy—and he slaps it across her cheek before shoving it into her mouth. Yasmine gags but keeps sucking, spit running down her chin and onto the tiled floor. Another man lifts her onto a metal prep table, flips her onto her stomach, and spreads her legs wide. He works a lubed finger into her ass, then two, stretching her open while she moans around the first cock. When he lines up and pushes in, the stretch is slow, brutal, inch by inch. Her athletic frame tightens, but she takes it, gripping the table edges as the man behind her starts to thrust. The leash is pulled taut. Someone grabs her hair and forces her head up so the second cock can fuck her mouth again. They trade off—mouth, ass, mouth—until her makeup runs and her voice is nothing but hoarse gasps. A hard slap lands on her ass cheek, leaving a red print, and she comes with the cock buried deep in her ass, her whole body jerking. They don’t give her a break. They keep using her—fucking her ass until she’s limp, then feeding her the cock that just pulled out of it. When they finally finish, come drips from her mouth and her wrecked hole, and the bakery staff just watch.