Ashleigh spent nearly every night pinned between two men, one ramming his cock up her tightly stretched asshole and the other pounding into her throat. Often, she didn’t even know their names. They were just guys she picked up at the bar.
“I just can’t get any sleep unless I’ve been spit roasted by a couple of hard, thick cocks,” she thought to herself. “I mean, I can’t understand women who don’t need it every night!”
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