The Home Invasion starring Jasmine Jae

Jasmine Jae’s in bed. Lights out. Her body barely contained in that tight little set she calls sleepwear. Then the door goes and five guys crash through it like they own the place. They’re tearing the apartment apart when she steps out, half-naked, straight into their hands. She tries to yell, but a palm clamps over her mouth and the rules change. “Anything,” she tells them. They take her at her word. Cocks out, down her throat before she can catch a second breath, each thrust deeper than the last until spit strings from her chin. Rope appears fast—around her wrists, her tits, her waist—pulling everything tight while they bend her over the nearest surface and start pounding her cunt raw. One in her mouth, another between her legs, trading places every time she whimpers. Her breasts swell against the rope as they slide between them, slick with spit and pre-cum. When her pussy’s good and stretched they haul her up, suspend her, and drive straight into her ass. The ball gag keeps the noise down to thick, wet moans that still rattle the walls. They don’t stop at one hole. They fold her onto the mattress, push in from both ends, then add a third until she’s airtight and shaking. The vibrator appears, pressed hard to her clit while they fuck her in rotation, demanding she come loud and messy. When they’re finished they paint her face with thick ropes of cum, one load after another until she’s dripping and gasping for air.