Bordello Blues-Elizabeth

1912 — Unknown Bordello, Columbia

Elizabeth swallowed yet Another load. They had been in it for hours, her aching pussy. She had lost control of her senses long past. Her body was accentuated by the lights of this bordello covered with a mixture of semen and sweat. Many guys had dumped their loads onto her? 100? 500? She didn’t know, the ability to count had abandoned her.

She closed her eyes as another thick dick Stuffed her rough and pussy hands held down her, making her helpless to be anything except a fuck-toy. The moans were no longer ones of protest, although she moaned weakly. Seeing guys waiting to use all of her holes excited the Songbird’s line, and she’d do her very best to please them.