The Legend of Clementine Caves

Cassandra Nix walks into the old mine shaft with Princess Donna, ready to raise the dead. They sing the old song three times straight, voices bouncing off wet stone. The shadows move first, then five men step out—big, dirty, hungry. They don’t talk. They just grab her. Cassandra takes all of them. One cock in her mouth, one in each hand, one deep in her cunt, and the last one working her ass open. She never slows. Her blonde hair sticks to her face with sweat while they slam her between them. The men fuck like they’ve waited a century, rough hands pinning her wrists, thick shafts stretching both holes at once until double penetration has her shaking. She takes every thrust, moans loud enough to wake more ghosts, and the whole cave fills with the wet sound of skin meeting skin.