The cold Siberian air bit at Love’s red lips as she hurried down the dimly lit side street. Her blue leather coat squeaked, her fur hat pulled low. The click of her black high boots echoed, the only sound until a deeper voice cut through.

“Hey, devushka. Where you going so fast?”

Six figures materialized from the shadows—tall, built black male students, their breath fogging in the air. They moved with a predatory grace, surrounding her before she could gasp. A hand clamped over her mouth from behind.

“Open those pretty lips,” one growled, his fingers tangling in her long brown hair, forcing her bangs back. His buddy already had his jeans open, his thick, black dick springing out, already hard and leaking pre-cum. “Suck it. Deep.”

Tears welled in Love’s eyes as she was forced to her knees on the gritty pavement. The first cock, heavy and veiny, slapped against her cheek before pushing past her lips. She gagged as it hit the back of her throat. The man at the back of her head held her firmly, setting a brutal pace of face-fucking. The sounds were obscene: wet gulps, choked moans, and the slick slap of balls against her chin.

“Get that coat off. And the boots,” another ordered. They yanked the blue leather from her shoulders, revealing a simple black jacket and skirt beneath. The high boots were pulled off, leaving her legs bare and trembling in the cold.

They laid her back on the cold ground, hiking up her skirt. No panties. One man spat on his fingers