Nenetl's Gangbang Fantasy

Nenetl rides home alone and bored, so she rubs her cunt in the backseat and starts dreaming of slaps, choking, rough hands, and five hard cocks stuffing every hole. The fantasy turns real fast. John Johnson, Tommy Pistol, Ramon Nomar, Eddie Jaye and Donny Sins step up, cocks out, and she drops straight to her knees. She sucks one, gags, switches, gags again, eyes streaming, mascara streaking down her cheeks while she begs for the next dick. They don’t go easy. Slaps land on her tits, the crop bites her thighs, fists yank her hair back as they tell her what a filthy little cumdump she is. Rope pins her wrists behind her head, cinches tight under her tits, and they keep working her mouth until spit drips off her chin. Tied on her back to a ladder, legs spread wide, each man lines up and pounds her cunt. Her eyes roll, her voice cracks, and the vibrator stays mashed to her clit so she can beg for permission between strokes. When the first thick cock shoves into her ass she moans like she’s breaking, but she keeps asking for more. They stand her on the fuck-box next, three at once: one down her throat, one buried in her pussy, one stretching her ass. She’s airtight, shaking, coming so hard her legs give out. They flog the fresh welts until her skin glows, then the rhythm turns savage again. Finally they pull out and paint her face, thick ropes splattering across her tongue, lashes, open mouth until she’s dripping and grinning. Five loads later she finally looks satisfied.