Raped Hooker by Phil Cummings

Raped Hooker

  They hadn’t taken the cuffs off of her while they forced her to suck their cocks. Her face had been smacked hard, it was red and swollen on one side. She was still trying to drunkenly lick the come off her mouth but beyond the reach of her tongue were rivulets that had run down her chin and neck. She curled up in a ball, her head on her knees, hands cuffed behind her back and sobbed quietly. What a wretched lump of human misery.