High Fashion Whore

Veronica Avluv walks in like she owns the place—CEO bitch in heels, barking orders at her interns. They snap. Hands grab her. The gag goes in fast. Rope bites around her wrists and she fights, but they have the numbers. They strip her down, pin her, and work her over—fingers shoved deep, tits slapped and pinched till the skin flushes red. They laugh while she drools around the gag. Bent over the desk, she gets her ass spanked raw. Clamps snap on her nipples and she jerks, breath hissing through her nose. One girl yanks her head between spread thighs and grinds until Veronica’s tongue does what it’s told. Another forces a dildo between her teeth and fucks her own cunt with it, making Veronica take every thrust. Feet press to her face; she licks, sucks toes, until a heel pushes inside her and fucks her open. The strap-on comes next—thick, relentless—pounding her from behind while the clamps swing. She shakes, legs buckling, then sprays hard, squirting across the floor in messy arcs. They don’t stop. They keep using her until she’s hoarse, drooling, and still pushing back for more.