Breanne Benson Now she is pretty

We grab pretty girls and ruin them. Strip the makeup. Dead the lights. Watch the cocky strut shrink to a twitch. Breanne gets the full treatment. They glue a mask across her face, sealing eyes and mouth. Now she can’t look or speak. Just breathe through whatever holes they left her. Alpha slides in next. Thick. Hard. Already wet from watching her twitch. He pushes straight into her cunt, then drills. No warm-up, no mercy. The little porn girl jerks against the rope every time his hips slam home. She comes fast. Then again. Her body shakes. The mask keeps her silent, but her cunt keeps pulsing. Alpha doesn’t stop. He pounds until the orgasm folds into another one. Breanne’s knees buckle. She tries to crawl away, but the ropes hold. All she can do is take it deeper. That’s when the begging starts. Muffled. Desperate. Every time she tries to form a word the mask swallows it. Alpha just keeps driving into her until her thighs are slick and her voice is gone. She wanted pretty. She got used.