Boxing Gym

Claire Dames gets hustled into the boxing gym with her wrists lashed behind her back and a fat rubber gag jammed between her teeth. Her tits sit heavy and bound, nipples jutting, and every fighter waiting there steps up to squeeze and slap them until the skin glows pink. They shove her down to the mat. Her knees hit canvas and cocks crowd her face. She sucks one after another, drool running past the gag, while callused hands keep working her bound chest. They spin her around and bend her over the weight bench. The first guy drives straight into her asshole, thick cock stretching her open in long, deliberate strokes until her rim is puffy and slick. Another fighter pushes in from the front, sliding into her cunt, so now she’s stuffed front and back, rocking between them. A third man climbs onto the bench, grabs her hair, and wedges his dick down her throat past the gag, fucking her face in the same rhythm the others use on her holes. The three cocks slam in and out, sealed tight in every opening. When they finally pull free, her asshole stays open, twitching, a dark glistening gape that refuses to close. They crowd around and unload across her face—thick ropes painting her cheeks, her gag, her eyelashes—until she’s dripping and glazed under the gym lights.