Cry a little before passing out

On the bed Amanda sobbed in pain. She tried to reach back to check her asshole but her dress was twisted in such a way that when she stretched out her arm she heard a tearing sound. Disgusted she wriggled out of the dress, tossing it to the floor.

Dangling half off the bed, her ass presented to the bedroom door, she reached back to feel the damage. Her rectum felt puffy and raw, maybe even a little wet, but she didn't get much farther in her investigations before she passed out yet again, her fingers poised at her rear-entrance.

Outside her apartment a trio of college-age men walked down the hall, laughing and talking until they spotted her wide-open door. Looking at each other they eased their way to the entrance.

"Hello?" one called.

"Anyone here?" another tried.

"Everyone alright?" the third asked.

Amanda stirred at the voices, her finger twitching, stabbing one long fingernail lightly against her swollen rectum. She groaned, but stayed passed out.

"Hey, you alright?" the third one called, leading his fellows inside toward the groan, and the three froze at the threshold of her room, staring in shocked delight at the gorgeous posterior.

Her pose suggested a woman who liked it from behind, probably in her asshole by its well-used appearance, and the bruises spoke of a girl who liked it rough. She seemed out of it at the moment, probably from a recent orgasm.