Kendra Heart: Take My Holes, Please

Kendra Heart's been craving this all her life. They lead her out in that black leather straitjacket, leash biting into her collar, already wet before anyone touches her. Rob Piper walks her straight to four hard cocks, and her knees hit the floor like they belong there. She swallows them one after another, spit running down her chest, throat stretched, eyes tearing, still begging for the next one. They slap their dicks across her face and she just opens wider. They strip the rest of the leather off, shove her onto the wheeled platform, chain her wrists and ankles to the corners so she can't move an inch. One cock sinks into her pussy while another fucks her mouth, spit-roast rhythm rocking her whole body. When they switch to her ass she takes every inch, five men using her holes like they own them. They pin her down, lock her onto one dick in her pussy while the others hammer her face and ass at the same time, airtight, no air, no mercy. Flip her over, legs spread, cock buried in her ass while the rest pound her cunt until she can't stop shaking. She asks for their loads like she needs them to breathe. On her knees again, they cover her face and tits, thick ropes painting her skin. She kisses every cock clean and whispers thank you like she means it.