Simone Steele. Tits out, attitude on, high heels clicking like they owe her money. She struts for her girls in sheer black fetish gear that barely earns its name—straps, mesh, and the kind of heels that say back alley, not ballroom. The women swarm her, tucking straps, fluffing hair, licking fingers to smooth stray lip gloss. Ready or not, they shove her into the next room where five hard cocks already wait.
Jonathan, Rideout, Sheem, Nuttz, Tre—lined up like muscle at a bar fight. Simone drops to her knees without ceremony. Spit-slick lips stretch around the first dick, throat taking the whole length until she gags, eyes tearing, mascara tracking south. She rotates, hungry, each cock getting equal time down her gullet.
They spread her on the couch. Fingers pry her cheeks; the jeweled plug wedged in her ass flashes its message: BIG COCK ONLY. They yank it free. Jonathan spears her pussy first, hard and fast, every thrust slapping skin. Then they flip her—Sheem driving straight into her asshole while she moans like a busted speaker. The stretch burns sweet; she claws at whoever’s closest.
Double penetration hits next. One cock buried balls-deep in her cunt, another pounding her stretched rim. She chokes on a third. They manhandle her, twisting her like a rag, gagging her on the same shafts that just came out of her ass. The room reeks of sweat and lube. Flesh slaps. Dirty talk overlaps.
When double-anal slides in—two dicks splitting her asshole—she howls, greedy for every brutal inch. They rotate through every hole until the tell comes: nuts tighten, breath shortens. Thick ropes paint her face, her tongue, her lashes. She licks what she can reach, cum dripping from her chin onto trembling tits.
Face glistening, voice hoarse, she grins and asks, “When can I come back?”
Simone Steele. Tits out, attitude on, high heels clicking like they owe her money. She struts for her girls in sheer black fetish gear that barely earns its name—straps, mesh, and the kind of heels that say back alley, not ballroom. The women swarm her, tucking straps, fluffing hair, licking fingers to smooth stray lip gloss. Ready or not, they shove her into the next room where five hard cocks already wait.
Jonathan, Rideout, Sheem, Nuttz, Tre—lined up like muscle at a bar fight. Simone drops to her knees without ceremony. Spit-slick lips stretch around the first dick, throat taking the whole length until she gags, eyes tearing, mascara tracking south. She rotates, hungry, each cock getting equal time down her gullet.
They spread her on the couch. Fingers pry her cheeks; the jeweled plug wedged in her ass flashes its message: BIG COCK ONLY. They yank it free. Jonathan spears her pussy first, hard and fast, every thrust slapping skin. Then they flip her—Sheem driving straight into her asshole while she moans like a busted speaker. The stretch burns sweet; she claws at whoever’s closest.
Double penetration hits next. One cock buried balls-deep in her cunt, another pounding her stretched rim. She chokes on a third. They manhandle her, twisting her like a rag, gagging her on the same shafts that just came out of her ass. The room reeks of sweat and lube. Flesh slaps. Dirty talk overlaps.
When double-anal slides in—two dicks splitting her asshole—she howls, greedy for every brutal inch. They rotate through every hole until the tell comes: nuts tighten, breath shortens. Thick ropes paint her face, her tongue, her lashes. She licks what she can reach, cum dripping from her chin onto trembling tits.
Face glistening, voice hoarse, she grins and asks, “When can I come back?”
