Doggy in: Dark Room IV

Your ass has lost all shape, completely molded to the three cocks that are destroying you. "I'm going to come," pants the bearded one. "Me too," respond the other two. The three explode inside you at the same time.

When they move away, you're left lying on the floor, trembling and dripping rivers of semen. "Next round," someone shouts. Four silhouettes approach from the darkness, all with hard and shiny cocks.

"Is it still breathing?" asks one with a laugh. "Bitches like this never get enough," responds another. They lift you up between several of them and place you against the wall again.

The four surround you like a pack. A platinum blonde lifts you off the ground: "We're going to finish what we started, little bitch." A dark-haired man with scars smiles: "This hole is already perfect for us." Your body barely responds, completely surrendered to the chemicals and pleasure.

"Two from behind, one from the front, one in the mouth," orders a third, bald with tattooed arms. The fourth, young and thin but with an enormous cock, licks his lips: "I want the throat."

They put you in an impossible position, suspended between the four sweaty bodies. "Give it more poppers," someone says. The bottle appears again, and when you inhale, your mind completely disconnects from reality.

"Now," growls the blonde. The four cocks enter at the same time - two destroying your ass, one from the front, another pounding your throat. Your body becomes a pure hole to be used.

"Look how it swallows everything," pants the dark-haired man with scars. "This bitch was born for this." The four move without mercy while your consciousness floats between pain and chemical ecstasy.

From the shadows, more voices: "After these, we'll finish with everyone at once." "How many are we? Eight?" "Ten." Sadistic laughter resonates in the darkness.

The four explode almost in unison, filling you with semen from all sides. When they move away, you're left lying on the floor like a broken doll, dripping semen from every hole. "Grand finale," shouts a voice from the darkness.

Ten shadows emerge from the dark room, all with hard and shiny cocks. "The final round, bitch," says the one who seems to lead the group. Your mind is so gone from the chemicals that you barely process what's happening.

"Let everyone remember this night," laughs another while they lift you up between several and place you in the center of the circle. Hands touch you everywhere, ten hungry males surrounding you like wolves.

"Poppers for everyone," someone orders. The bottle circulates, and the air fills with chemical vapors. Your last coherent thought fades away when you feel the first cocks entering from all sides simultaneously.

The moans, growls, and cruel laughter mix in an animal symphony. Your body no longer belongs to you; you're just meat to be used by this insatiable pack. Time stops in an infinite loo...