Alana Cruise Gets Gangbanged by Prince Yahshua and Crew

Alana would crawl through broken glass for Prince Yahshua. She's been dreaming of his cock for weeks, so when she hears he's in town she loiters outside the building like some desperate stray. He finds her first. Grabs her throat, drags her inside to meet the new crew. They rip her clothes off, shove her to her knees. Her mouth opens on its own, hungry for every hard dick that circles her. She works them like she was made for it, spit running down her chin, until she's a dripping mess. They bind her wrists, rope her to the ceiling, legs spread wide. The first cock that punches into her cunt nearly makes her come right then. They pound her like the hole she is, five men using her at once. When Yahshua finally drives into her, she breaks, squirting hard across the floor while fingers grind her clit raw. They cut her down, spread her on the concrete, and start wrecking every opening she has. Cock slams her throat, stretches her pussy, hammers her ass. They triple-stuff her, one brutal thrust after another, and she moans around the meat like it's the only thing that ever felt right. When they've all had their fill they haul her up and paint her face, thick ropes across her cheeks and lips. She licks them clean, sucking every drop. Prince saves his for last, flooding her mouth until she swallows like the good little whore she is. He's back. She's exactly where she belongs.