Pass The Pussy

Kay Carter’s in trouble. Deep, slut-deep trouble. Chad catches her cheating and doesn’t waste time with words. He rounds up four buddies—Donny, Robby, Eddie, Dillon—and they walk into the room already hard. Kay’s in little cutoffs and heels that dig into the carpet when they rip everything off. They shove her down. Hands behind her back, rope around her tits, pulling them tight. Then the five cocks line up at her mouth. Chad starts, because he can. The rest follow. Each one forces past her lips until spit runs down her chin. When the last guy pulls out, her throat’s raw and her eyes are already glassy. They spin her around, ass high, face buried in the sheets. One cock slams into her pussy, another waits at her lips. The cycle repeats—five men taking turns, five cocks trading places every few strokes. Then someone pushes into her ass and she jerks like she’s been shocked. She begs. They give it to her. One in the pussy, one in the ass, one down her throat—Kay’s airtight, bouncing between three men while the other two wait their turn. They flip her on her back, legs spread, and pass her pussy around. She grips whoever she can reach, stroking them while the others fuck. Her body jolts every time someone bottoms out. She cums, once, twice, loses count. They keep going until she’s shaking and every hole is used raw. When it’s time, they pull out and paint her face. Five loads, one after the other, until her cheeks and mouth drip with it. Kay lies there, legs still open, cum sliding down her neck, too wrecked to move.