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Kat Dior lays back at home, letting the day slide off her shoulders, when the knock comes. She answers and a so-called reporter steps in—notebook open, smile sharp. One second she’s listening to a question, the next her back slams the wall and a hand pins her by the throat. Four men surround her. They mean business. She’s jerked into the bathroom, bent, and her face shoved into the toilet bowl. Cold water shocks her. Before she can spit, a thick cock rams down her throat. The first guy doesn’t ease in. He fucks her mouth like he owns it, hips slapping her nose while his buddies hold her arms. When he pulls out, the next one steps up. Same treatment: straight down, no mercy. Kat gags, throat tight, eyes watering, but they keep her steady. They drag her back to the living room and strip what’s left. A hard slap lands on her ass, then another. One guy drops onto the couch, hauls her onto his lap, and sinks into her pussy. Another presses from behind, spreading her cheeks. She’s tight, but they don’t stop. Two cocks fill her at once—stretching her cunt and asshole in the same stroke. Every thrust knocks the air out of her. They rotate, rotate again. Every man takes his turn in her ass, burying himself deep, pulling her hair so her back arches. Kat’s moans break into hoarse cries when the pace spikes. Someone clamps her clit, forces another orgasm out of her, then another, until her legs shake and she’s begging without words. They don’t listen. They keep pounding. When they’re done using her holes, they line up in front of her. Four heavy loads paint her tongue, her tits, her stretched asshole. Cum drips down her thigh, pools on the floor. The men zip up, leave the door open behind them, and she stays there—wrecked, dripping, breathing hard in the quiet of her own living room.