kirsty Meyer

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Kirsty has been feeling a bit uneasy lately, ever since Donovan invited his Black friends over for a party. She can't quite put her finger on it, but something feels off. As she finishes getting ready for the evening, she notices that they keep staring at her.

As Kirsty comes out of the bedroom, she sees Donovan passed out on the floor. The Black friends are all gathered around him, laughing and drinking. They don't seem to notice her yet. She feels a chill run down her spine, knowing that something is very wrong here.

The Black friends finally turn around to see her looking so sexy in her mini skirt. Their eyes widen, and they quickly grab her, throwing her down on the sofa. Kirsty tries to scream, but one of them covers her mouth, muffling her cries.

"Hey, don't hurt her too bad," one of them says with a laugh. "We just want a taste." The other men laugh, high on alcohol and their own perverted desires. Kirsty struggles against their grip, tears streaming down her face, as they begin to rip her clothes off of her.

One of the men roughly pushes Kirsty's legs apart and forces his cock into her soaking wet pussy. She screams into the hand that's still covering her mouth, feeling the intrusion as he begins to thrust roughly inside her. The other men take turns using her mouth, forcing their cocks down her throat, making her gag and choke.

The men take turns fucking her, their sweaty bodies grinding against hers as they release their lust onto her. She feels her body being used as a mere object, nothing more than a hole to be filled. The one holding her hair back finally lets go, allowing it to fall around her face as she continues to be violated.

Kirsty's mind goes blank as the pain and humiliation overwhelm her. She can feel them fucking her in every hole, their sweaty skin rubbing against hers. Tears stream down her face as she prays for it to be over, but it only seems to last longer.

Narrator: The men grow more aggressive, pushing Kirsty onto her hands and knees as they take turns fucking her from behind. One of them pulls her hair, forcing her head back, while another roughly fingers her ass. She moans in pain and shame, feeling utterly helpless and violated.

Finally, the men seem to tire of her, and one by one, they pull out, leaving her limp and exhausted on the floor. Kirsty curls up into a ball, sobbing uncontrollably as she tries to come to terms with what just happened.

The Black friends, high on alcohol and their own twisted desires, didn't seem to care about Kirsty's pleas for mercy. They picked her up by her arms and legs and threw her over the table, spreading her legs wide and exposing her ass. Without any hesitation, they started fucking her from behind while one of them held her hair back and another wrapped his hand around her blonde locks.

Kirsty screams in agony as they push deeper inside her, their bodies slamming against her asshole. She tries to beg them to stop, but her words are muffled by the hand that's still wrapped around her hair. The pain is unbearable, and she feels as though they're tearing her apart.

Narrator: One of the men, seemingly the leader of the group, steps forward. He takes a moment to admire Kirsty's body before he roughly pulls her off the table and throws her onto the floor. As she lies there, sobbing and curled up into a ball, he kneels down next to her and sneers.

"You're such a filthy little Princess," he spits. "You had it coming." He pulls her hair back, forcing her to look at him. "But don't worry, we're not done with you yet." With a menacing grin, he slowly pushes two fingers into her mouth, as if he's trying to make her swallow his cock. Kirsty gags and chokes, tears streaming down her face as she tries to push his hand away.

Suddenly, one of the other men groans, his hips bucking wildly as he releases his load deep inside Kirsty's ass. She feels warm, sticky fluid spill out of her as he pulls his cock free, and then he steps back, breathing heavily. The other men gather around to watch as the leader, still holding Kirsty's head, leans in close.

Narrator: "Say thank you," he growls, his breath hot against her ear. "Say it, you filthy Queen." Kirsty tries to shake her head, but he squeezes her throat harder, making it impossible for her to speak. She looks up at him, pleading with her eyes, tears streaming down her face.

Finally, the last man blows his load inside her, filling her up with his cum. As he pulls out, one of the other men wraps his hands around her throat, squeezing tightly. Kirsty's vision blurs, her head feels like it's about to explode, and she struggles to breathe. Her limbs go numb, and she feels like she's about to pass out.

The man who had been holding her throat releases her, seemingly satisfied that she's been properly punished. He steps back, watching with a cruel smile as she lies there, gasping for air. One by one, the other men follow suit, stepping away from her and returning to their seats. Kirsty lays there, her body aching and her mind reeling from the pain and humiliation she's just endured. She's certain that there is no way she can ever go back to her old life now.

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