The Brooklyn 9

Brooklyn Gray’s on her knees, nine hard cocks circling her like prey. She grabs the first one, spits on it, sinks down until her nose is buried in balls. The wet, sloppy sounds fill the room. She jerks two more in each hand, switching fast, never missing a beat. Another cock rams past her lips. Upside down now, her throat’s stretched open, tears streaking her face as they fuck her mouth raw. Throat bulges. Spit pours down over her eyes. She doesn’t blink, just opens wider. When the first load hits her cheek, the rest follow—thick ropes painting her skin. Cum drips from her chin. She scrapes it up with two fingers, shoves them into her mouth, swallows the whole filthy mix, and smiles like she just won.