A Christmas Whore: Goldie Glock Stuffed Airtight on Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve. Goldie Glock's alone, eyelids heavy, waiting on a man who never shows. Then the door opens. Three guys in red hats step inside and she knows the game. They call themselves Santa's helpers and promise gifts. Goldie drops to her knees without a word. Hands find her tits, squeezing, slapping, leaving red prints. She opens her mouth and they shove their cocks straight down her throat, pushing until spit runs in thick ropes over her chest. Her wrists are bound in front of her while one of them drives into her cunt, the others feeding her every inch they have. They drag her to the couch, pry her open, fingers stretching both holes until she sprays across the cushions. Cocks take the place of fingers. One slides into her ass, then another pushes into her pussy, and soon she’s stuffed front and back, the third cock still forcing its way past her lips. Every hole filled, every thrust deeper, rougher. She chokes, moans, begs. When they’re done using her they paint her face with thick loads, one of them finishing inside her ass. They leave her there—hands tied, face glazed, cum leaking—exactly how a good Christmas whore should look.