Miss Texas America, Stripped!

Rachel Richey is Miss Texas America. One minute she’s waving from the parade float; the next she’s on her knees in a bare room, crown tossed on the table, taking five hard cocks without a flinch. They told her the crown stays if the clothes come off, and she didn’t blink. She spits on the first shaft, swallows it to the root, gagging loud while a second cock slaps her cheek and leaves a wet streak. Hands grab her hair, yank her head back, force her throat open again and again. They bend her over the desk, yank her arms behind her back. One thick dick slams straight into her ass; another pushes up into her cunt at the same time, stretching her wide. The double stretch burns, makes her grunt around the cock still lodged in her throat. A belt cracks across her cheeks, leaving red stripes. Fingers wrap around her neck, squeeze until the room tilts. She takes it all, hips rocking back, spit dripping down her chin. They flip her, spread her legs wider. Two cocks wedge into her pussy at once, pounding deep, her juices running down her thighs. Another shoves back into her ass, working the hole raw. Her crown sits inches from her face, glinting under the lights while the men use her like a prize they already own. She moans through every thrust, every slap, every choke, eyes glassy, mouth never empty for long. The last two take turns skull-fucking her, holding her head still until tears streak her mascara. When they finally finish, she’s on her back on the cold floor, crown still in reach, body marked and dripping, title intact.