Damsel In Distress: Alana Cruise

Five bored mechanics stand in their greasy garage, bullshitting about life. One mentions thinking of proposing, and the others shut it down hard. That’s when Alana Cruise walks in wearing a tight teal dress that barely covers her ass. Her car’s broken down out front, she says. They close in slow, all ten hands moving at once. She doesn’t fight it. She drops to her knees. They yank her dress down and her tits bounce free. Cocks come out thick and ready. One by one they push into her throat and she takes it, gagging and hungry. They strip her naked and bind her to a steel beam, arms stretched behind her, still on her knees. They fuck her mouth again while she’s tied. Next they hoist one leg to the ceiling, leaving her balancing on the other, wide open. They slam into her pussy until her legs shake and she cums. Then they cut her down. One cock slides into her cunt, another into her ass. She’s stuffed and moaning. Two dicks stretch her pussy at once while more crowd her mouth. They flip her and keep switching holes. Five cocks, all of them using her, until she’s shaking and dripping. They paint her body with cum, raw and used, right there on the garage floor.