Mere Property

Faith was just a ho now. A piece of ass for rent by any john, anywhere. She was even fucking for free now, Devonte buried in her ass, Lamar using her wet cunt, and some menacing guy, Jabo, the owner of Sugar's, pounding her throat with what felt like a horse cock.

She rarely saw Douglas now. A few times a week, where she'd obligingly give him head, but men like today had resized her pussy completely. What she didn't know, was these men were also looking to sell her off to a loving buyer and were taking advantage of one last run through before her departure.