My body is a vessel for Group sex. My tight holes are designed to milk men dry. My pussy throbs and dribbles, already slick and ready. I need to be filled, stretched, and used. The day ahead is a blank canvas, just waiting for the colorful brushstrokes of depravity to be painted across it.
I need to be utterly destroyed, my holes hammered and stretched beyond what should be possible. Two, three, four cocks at once, pummeling my body into submission. They use me like a human piñata, each thrust smacking against my cervix like a baseball bat cracking open a piñata shell.
Damn Daddy, I am such a naughty girl. My Tight shaved pussy hops dick to dick, a wanton bunny desperate to be bred. I gag and choke on thick throbbing meat, strings of drool dangling from my chin. The taste of cock and cum is ambrosia on my tongue. I am in my element, reveling in the rush of being so thoroughly debased.
Pleasure and pain intertwine until they are indistinguishable. My cunt hurts so good, a delicious ache that radiates from my core. My ass too, split open on a girthy pole of man meat. I am a vessel, a receptacle to be filled again and again.