Filthy Little Cocksleeve

Some whores were made for degradation, and she was born to be one. On her knees, she took them both, the hard length of each cock pushed its way past her lips around the intrusion. When they were done using her mouth, they flipped her over—one entering her ass, the other her cunt—pounding into her in a brutal, synchronised rhythm. They took turns on her ass, slamming into her until one finally emptied himself deep inside her pussy. By the time they're done, she's nothing but a used-up thing on the floor, face slick with cum, eyes glazed, breathing through the mess.