19 year old cutie art student-first time gang bang!

Mandy Muse still looks like the girl next door at nineteen, black hair tucked behind one ear, sketchbook under her arm. Her dorm-mate keeps slipping out after midnight, so Mandy tails her to the basement studio where the lights stay low and the door stays locked. There the roommate stands naked on a low platform while five older men circle her, charcoal scraping paper, eyes scraping skin. The instructor doesn’t just watch; he moves among them, hands shaping poses, fingers tracing collarbones, pushing thighs farther apart. Mandy’s pulse jumps. When the session ends she steps forward and says she wants in. The men size her up. The instructor nods once. Within minutes her clothes hit the floor and the platform is hers. They take their time at first—palms on her small, athletic frame, testing. Then the pace shifts. One man pins her wrists above her head while another spreads her cheeks and works lube into her tight ring. A third cock slides between her lips; she gags, eyes watering, but keeps her tongue moving. They rotate, never giving her a full breath. The one behind thrusts straight into her ass; the stretch burns hot and deep. Another lifts her leg, sinks into her pussy, and the double pressure makes her moan around the shaft in her mouth. Sweat beads between her shoulder blades. Charcoal dust clings to her knees. The teacher leans in close, voice low, telling her to feel every stroke, to let the sensation guide her hand later when she draws. Mandy answers with a muffled whimper as the next man swaps in, thicker, rougher, driving the air from her lungs. Her body jerks between them, holes filled past comfort, past thought, right into that raw, animal place the class was built to reach.