Belle De Jour
Belle De Jour stands five-five, one-twenty-three, and the numbers barely hint at how much she can take. Two men have her between them now. One feeds his cock straight down her throat while the other works himself into her ass, inch by inch, until she is full on both ends and still pushing back for more. They move like they mean to split her open, and she opens anyway. The next scene finds her with another woman, wrist already buried past the knuckles. The fist slides deeper, knuckles pressing, until Belle’s cunt swallows the whole hand and holds it, trembling, while the woman turns her wrist and opens her wider.
Belle De Jour
Belle De Jour stands five-five, one-twenty-three, and the numbers barely hint at how much she can take. Two men have her between them now. One feeds his cock straight down her throat while the other works himself into her ass, inch by inch, until she is full on both ends and still pushing back for more. They move like they mean to split her open, and she opens anyway. The next scene finds her with another woman, wrist already buried past the knuckles. The fist slides deeper, knuckles pressing, until Belle’s cunt swallows the whole hand and holds it, trembling, while the woman turns her wrist and opens her wider.