Christy Love Attends Sex Addiction Group and Gets Stuffed!

Christy Love walks into the room still wet from the weekend she spent getting railed. She tells the circle how strangers took turns on her and the story makes every dick in the place twitch. Hands grab her throat. Fingers yank her panties to her knees. Her nipples stiffen in the cool air. They shove her down and shove cock between her lips. The circle closes. She sucks one, then another, spit running down her chin while the rest slap her cheeks. They knot her wrists behind her back and skull-fuck her until drool strings hit the floor. Then they bend her over the bench, rope her tight, and start pounding her pussy. Every slap of leather on her ass makes her clench. She jerks whoever she can reach, moaning around thick shafts while they rotate through her cunt. The first squirt hits the bench. They keep flogging, spanking, fucking. When they switch to her ass she bites the wood and takes every inch. Soon two cocks split her open, one buried in her ass, one in her pussy, working in rhythm until she sprays again. Spit, slaps, hands pinning her down. Her holes stretch wide and she grins through every thrust. Load after load paints her face, drips off her tongue, mats her hair. She licks her fingers clean, still shaking from the last orgasm.