Fucking The Film Crew

Juliette March waits for her shoot, bound tight, when The Pope steps out for a break. Five guys circle fast. Cocks already stiff. She opens her mouth and takes the first one deep. Hands grab her hair. Another slaps against her cheek. She swallows the next, spit running down her chin, throat working hard. They pull her into position. One slams into her soaked cunt. Another lines up behind and pushes straight into her ass. She grunts, body jolting between them. A third slides beneath and shoves up alongside the first cock, stretching her cunt wider. She’s double-stuffed front and back now, thick shafts grinding together inside her. They keep switching holes. Cocks trade places in her ass, her pussy, her mouth. She rides one while another pushes in next to it, double anal this time, her rim stretched thin around two heads. Every thrust punches a wet sound out of her. She keeps sucking whoever’s left, lips swollen, drool everywhere. They pound her until she’s loose and gaping. Then they pull out and stroke over her face. Hot ropes stripe her cheeks, her lips, her lashes. She licks what she can reach, chest heaving, holes still twitching.