She felt the guy in her mouth start to shake like a leaf. She knew what was coming, or more appropriately, cumming. Hot jism shot down the back of her throat. He held her head tightly over his pulsing, spewing cock. Cum spilled out of her mouth, leaking down her chin in a slow trail onto her smooth neck. "Okay, just two more..." she thought.
Her ass was sore from the violent pounding it was taking. When her head was released, she turned to see the "cop" squatting like a sumo wrestler as he rammed his meatstick into her. She could tell by his face that he wasn't going to last long. The guy in her pussy was rubbing the cum that had dripped down onto her tits into her skin as if it was lotion. A droplet of cum hung from her left nipple. Sandra felt them both increase their speed. She gritted her teeth as her asshole was ruined. The guy who had been fucking her face walked over to the door. She watched him pull out a camera from a black tactical bag. Her eyes went wide as the flash lit up the room.
Suddenly, she was tossed forward. She felt a hand grab her brilliant red hair. Flash. Another picture. Cum shot onto her face in huge, ropy arches. Flash. A cock, that tasted remarkably like her own ass, was forced into her mouth. Flash. Cum shot down her throat from one cock, as the ropes of jism from the other covered her face and neck. Runnels of it formed along her collarbones, spilling down her breasts. Flash.
They realeased her hair, and stepped away.
"Remember, don't do drugs." The one with the camera said, and took a final picture of her brutally fucked body.
One of them flipped open a cell phone, and dialed a number.
"Anything else?" he asked. A grin parted his face, revealing old, gold teeth. "Okay, no problem." |