Rebecca’s throat bulged obscenely around the fat head of Louis’s monstrous c**k. Saliva poured from the stretched corners of her mouth in thick, sloppy strings, dripping down her chin and onto her heaving t**s. She was already a mess—eyes watering, makeup running, her greedy cunt drooling a puddle on the filthy club floor.
“f**k, look at this desperate w***e,” Louis growled, gripping her hair tighter as he forced another inch down her gagging throat. “Aiden, your girl’s a natural cocksleeve. She’s been starving for real dick.”
Aiden stood a few feet away, c**k out and stroking slowly, eyes dark with lust. “She’s yours to break. Ruin that slutty asshole first. I want to see it gape.”
The other men closed in, c***s hard and leaking. Marcus—tall, ripped, with a thick veiny nine-incher—step
