she is called in to shoot some adult pictures for cake shop advertisement but things go a bit more ahread ...............
sluts called in for a cake shop photoshoot turned into a erotic photoshoot where men stripped them naked and took pictures of cunt cream and ass cake .... 😏🥵
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men couldn't control there animal like lust and stuffed the sluts holes with cream, cake and dicks ..... then degraded the sluts and fucked them like streets whores ..🔥🥵💦💦🍑🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆💦💦💦💦
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a busty sultY bahu of rich powerfull family wants to be fucked raw and rough by her powerfull strict sasur, and keeps on seducing him, and now her sasur is done with her teasing, now her dream would come true , but the thing is sanjay her sasur is no elegant man in bed , he fucks like animals, humiliates, and use women like street whores and his gorgeous bahu is no exception...
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Look at her," Ansh says to the stranger, his voice taunting, "My baby sister, begging for it like a cheap hooker." Your face burns with humiliation as the other man nods, his hand moving to his own crotch. Ansh's grip on your hair tightens, and he yanks your head back, forcing you to arch your back even more as your pussy clenches around his cock. "That's not how whores greet men,"
Hold her legs open. Let's see this disgraceful cunt properly." Charles moves with unsettling efficiency, kneeling beside you. His hands, encased in thin leather gloves, grip your ankles firmly, spreading your legs wide apart despite your weak, drugged resistance. Your skirt is shoved unceremoniously higher, exposing you completely to the cool air and Alisio's detached scrutiny. Charles maintains his grip, his face a blank mask as he stares straight ahead at the far wall, awaiting further orders. Alisio leans forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees, his cold eyes fixed on your exposed sex. "See how it glistens, Charles?" ,
Looks like someone's been a bad little slut," Alex taunts, reading out the latest comments. "They want to see if you can take a real man's cock in that tight ass." Marcus's fingers trace your asshole, the sensation making you clench involuntarily. You feel a bead of sweat trickle down your spine, the fear of the unknown making your pulse race. Marcus leans in closer, his breath hot on your skin as he whispers, "You want that, don't you?" His voice is a mix of a question and a statement, a challenge you're not sure how to answer. You whimper, your body betraying you with a slight push back against his hand. The chat goes crazy, flooding with comments of "Break her in" and "Make her beg for it." Marcus's grin widens as he starts to rub your asshole, the pressure building until you can feel the tip of one of his fingers pushing against the tight ring of muscle.
"You're going to suck each one of us off," he continues, "And if you do a good job, maybe we'll let you go back to your husband." His words are like a cold shower, snapping you out of your daze. You struggle, trying to push away from Mr. Castellanos, but he holds you firmly, his other hand now fisting the front of your dress. "Please," you whimper, the gum sticking to the roof of your mouth as you attempt to plead. But your protests only seem to spur them on. Mr. Castellanos chuckles, his hand moving to the side of your face, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek. "Don't worry, baby," he says, his voice dripping with condescension. "You're going to love it. Just like you love the way they look at you." He pulls your face back to his, his cock now freed from his pants, pressing against your cheek. "Open up."
Your legs are shaking, threatening to give out as Ansh's cock hits that spot deep within you, making you scream his name like a mantra. "That's it," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust, "Take your brother's cock like the little whore you are." He wraps his other hand around your waist, his thumb brushing against your clit, sending electric currents through your body. You can't help but grind down on him harder, the friction making sparks fly behind your closed eyes. The car's interior lights flicker as you bob up and down, the leather sticking to your skin as your juices drench the seat. You're so lost in the moment that you don't notice the headlights of another car approaching until they're shining right in your face, illuminating the depraved scene. Ansh chuckles, not missing a beat, as he keeps his hand firmly planted on your neck, his thumb pressing down on your clit. "Show them what a good little slut you are," he whispers, pushing your face closer to the window.
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