She’s already gagging before the first thrust even hits her throat—green hair dyed messy, mascara smudged from tears or sweat, doesn’t matter which. One cock buried deep in her mouth, another forcing its way past that tight virgin asshole with zero prep. No lube, no slow build—just raw hunger and a body begging for pain. Legs spread wide over some stranger’s lap (or is it two?), fingers clawing at sheets stained with old cum or fresh blood—hard to tell under all those bright patterns of the cheap fabric. The moans turn guttural when he finally breaks through; teeth sink into her lip but she doesn’t pull away.
