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Gang-banged For Their Pleasure—3

Author: Layo
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They unstrapped me slowly—deliberately—each buckle undone like a countdown to something worse. My legs buckled the moment they were freed. I couldn’t stand. I couldn’t. But they didn’t care.

Four sets of hands grabbed me, lifting me like a doll, my body still dripping with cum and sweat, lips swollen and trembling, cunt ruined and clenching around nothing.

Then they dragged me to the glass.

The audience shifted forward like animals. Some reached through the iron bars already, moaning, stroking, their breath fogging the surface. But this time, they didn’t just watch.

They pressed me against it.

My bare breasts flattened against the glass, the cold shocking me awake. My cheek smashed to one side, lips parted and gasping. My thighs trembled as I was held up, legs spread again—one man behind me, another waiting, two watching. And in front of me? Dozens of hands. Dozens of mouths.

One set of lips latched onto my left nipple the moment it touched the cage. The wet heat of his tongue swirled
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    They unstrapped me slowly—deliberately—each buckle undone like a countdown to something worse. My legs buckled the moment they were freed. I couldn’t stand. I couldn’t. But they didn’t care.Four sets of hands grabbed me, lifting me like a doll, my body still dripping with cum and sweat, lips swollen and trembling, cunt ruined and clenching around nothing.Then they dragged me to the glass.The audience shifted forward like animals. Some reached through the iron bars already, moaning, stroking, their breath fogging the surface. But this time, they didn’t just watch.They pressed me against it.My bare breasts flattened against the glass, the cold shocking me awake. My cheek smashed to one side, lips parted and gasping. My thighs trembled as I was held up, legs spread again—one man behind me, another waiting, two watching. And in front of me? Dozens of hands. Dozens of mouths.One set of lips latched onto my left nipple the moment it touched the cage. The wet heat of his tongue swirled

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