Nadia’s head spun, the tequila warmth a lie against the cold concrete of the alley wall. Dulled senses registered the heavy hand clamping her jaw, forcing her lips apart. “Time to swallow, bitch,” Logan growled, his stinking breath in her face as he shoved his fat, purple-headed cock between her teeth. It filled her mouth completely, his slimy shaft dragging against her gagging tongue as he fucked her face with brutal, piston-like strokes. Pre-cum and her own spit bubbled down her chin. A cold, mocking laugh came from behind—Mark, his lensing camera capturing her tear-streaked surrender. "Make it sloppy, Rachael," he sneered, mispronouncing her name to deepen her drink-soaked humiliation.

Each thrust pushed her head against the brick, scraping her scalp. He pulled out, her mouth gaping, left empty for a second before he gripped her hair and shoved her to the muddy ground. “Legs up, cunt. Show my boy your broken door.” Dizzy and weak, she couldn't resist as he bent her knees hard, exposing her slick, violated slit. The tip of his cock, still covered in her saliva, nudged against her wet folds. With one merciless surge, he buried his entire nine inches deep inside her, splitting her swollen cunt. Her guttural cry was swallowed by another brutal kiss as he began pumping, his wet balls slapping against her sodden rear.

“Give me that tight ass, Mark,” Logan spat, pulling out with a slick schluck. “Make her squeal real good.” Mark discarded