Liz Jordan's Blowbang

Liz stands under the lights like she owns the dark. Tight body, soft smile, waiting for what's coming. Ten guys already hard and circled around her, breathing heavier. She drops to her knees and takes the first one down her throat without a sound, spit running fast down her chin. Hands grab her hair. Another cock slaps her cheek, wet and ready. She doesn't wait. Switches fast, lets the next guy in, tongue flat, sucking like it's owed. One at a time turns into four. They take turns pushing in deep until her throat clicks. She's gasping now but doesn't pull back. Her mascara's smeared and her tits are slick with spit. They flip her onto her back, legs wide. The first guy slams in hard, the next lines up right after he pulls out. One after another, they trade places, fucking her raw. She moans loud when they stretch her out, fingering her clit while another shoves between her lips. Someone grabs her ankles, another presses her wrists down. They come on her stomach, her face, down her throat. She swallows and opens for more. By the time the last one finishes inside her, her body's shaking, skin marked with fingerprints and streaks of come. Still smiling, still dripping.