Elizabeth swallowed yet another hot load. They had been at it for hours, her aching pussy gradually pounded raw by countless patrons. She had lost control of her senses long ago – the endless wave of orgasms assaulting her body quickly took their toll. The warm lights of the bordello accentuated her slim body – now covered with a depraved mixture of sweat and semen. How many men had dumped their loads on her? 100? 500? She didn’t know, the ability to count had deserted her as soon as her mind broke.
She closed her eyes as another thick dick stuffed her pussy and rough hands held her down, rendering her helpless to be anything except a fuck-toy. She moaned weakly, but the moans were no longer ones of protest. Seeing the line of men waiting to use all of her holes excited the Songbird, and she would do her best to please them.