Spectacular Destruction.

It’s entirely possible that Ashley has never looked in worse shape in her life. She is lying flat on her back in the fancy office at The Sex Battle headquarters with her bare arms thrown wide apart and her knees up in the air, held wide apart by a four-foot long black iron spreader bar. Wide leather cuffs around her ankles **** her to keep her feet flat on the floor. One cuff circles her Black combat boot, the other a bare ankle. Her second boot is nearby, cast aside in a folded lump.

The Starstruck Hottie's small halter top has been indecently pulled down to her waist, revealing her full young breasts, bright red nipples that have been obviously abused and a chubby, distended belly. With equally nasty unseemliness, her short plaid costume-skirt has been hiked up to her hips offering unrestrained scrutiny of her neatly trimmed pubic bush and a hint of the gleaming pink folds of her labia.

the Punk Princess eyes are closed, but her lids flutter weakly as she vainly tries to regain consciousness. Self-awareness, however, may be the last thing that the former wwe Diva wants to achieve since the rocker babe is covered head to toe with thick globs of gluey semen.

With humiliating thoroughness, gelatinous white cum drips from every part of Ashley’s sprawled figure: from her spunk-matted eyebrows to the hollows of her twitching sunken cheeks, from the cracked cum-shelled curves of her bare breasts to her widely flung arms with hands crusty with congealed jism. semen.

Rank semen is puddled in Ashley's belly button and shines in a spreading chain of drops across her naked stomach.

Nasty white trails of ejaculate slowly ooze down the courageous rock goddess thighs and the once sexy fishnet stockings, are now slack with jowly, shaking tremors, and trace along the curved shiny calf of Ash's quivering left boot, Her bare right foot is heavily mottled with oddly-shaped clumps of cum that thicken between her toes and slowly slide off her naked ankle.

With Ashley's face turned sideways, her cum-pasted cheek flush against the plush blue carpet, The playboy cover girl’s mouth gapes open as a fat lump of pale white jism slowly slides out of the corner of her mouth to join a substantial amount of the foul jelly pooled beneath her cheek.

“....eergghkkkk....”

The punk beauty had ingested so much thick gluey ball juice from her hours in the Arena of Sex Battle and It's vindictive fighters that her belly, bloated with semen, even now unconsciously rejects the overflowing jism up out of her throat and onto the rug on which she lies.

Ashley's puffy, raw-lipped vagina, clearly exposed since her panties have been unceremoniously tossed off onto the nearby Arena Foor, is a misshapen, overused orifice that involuntarily leaks its own slow trickle of thick white cum between her helplessly shackled and splayed legs. Abused by Shockingly massive cocks, there could be no clearer manifestation of Massaro’s soiled honor than the shocking image of her now sagging, leaky twat.

Directly under her twitching butt cheeks, the punk warrior’s asshole drains out its own dismal stream of lumpy white jism that clings to her rear like thick paste. It spreads a dark stain onto the section of the bright blue carpet spread beneath her rear. Ashley’s ass, like her pussy, is now spread wide open, a stretched-out, red-rimmed hole incapable of any significant muscle control.

After repeated sessions under strain by large penises, a selection of alien sex-toys and one vengefully applied monster dildo, the once tightly restricted sphincter is nothing but an unprotected cavity whose sole function has been utterly compromised by the constant **** heaped on the heavily-**** Dirty Diva.

The Sex Battle Arena has reduced Ashley’s once tight body with its youthful elasticity and virgin charms to a flabby, defiled wreck that offers only the pathetic looseness and negligible appeal of a lifelong whore offering sloppy seconds.

With her famous punky uniform crassly stripped from her tits, and with it’s black and red colors defiled by a heavy coating of foul-smelling cum, Ashley Massaro is the ultimate picture of a disgraced and defeated Wrestling babe.

“...hhrgkkk....aaauurrgghhhhh....” Ashley is Moaning weakly, To know the glory of what she was at her soaring, smiling best and to see her wretched condition now is to look of horror, after-effects of five long hours of unrelenting sexual ****, The way she now lies on the carpet in a barely conscious fog of drooling ineptitude, the Punk Princess is the embodiment of eye-fluttering, splayed-legged, cum-soaked devastation.