Bound down on her knees between two wooden posts, shackled and bound with leather belts, Chanell is at perfect dick height. Anyone that wandered by could avail themselves of her face pussy. Which is exactly what we do. We run an endless train on her tonsils, completely reshaping the back of her throat. Chanell is pounded out into sexual subspace via cock.
As her eyes mist over and the deep back of the throat lube is brought up and slathered over her beautiful face, you can see Chanell slipping away. She gasps and moans around a mouthful of dick, deep in that animalistic zone an overload of cock can provide. We challenge her, slamming it home balls deep, making her take it all the way to the base. She limply hangs in.
It is time for total destruction. We pick up the pace, hammering it home with a vengeance. Chanell is not given a chance to get on top of it or catch her breath. One after another they own her throat meat without mercy. Jamming our fingers down her well used mouth hole and tightening up here neck chain seals the deal. Goodbye Chanell. We leave her limp in her bondage, used hard and completely disgraced. That is the look of someone that got hit by the cock truck.