My Fantasy with Rocco # 5

I never imagined my filthiest fantasy would come true like this—Rocco Siffredi himself, that Italian stallion with a cock like a battering ram, grabbing me by the throat in his dimly lit penthouse. "You're mine tonight, slut," he growls in that thick accent, shoving me onto the king-sized bed, my pussy already dripping as he rips off my lace thong. His massive hands spread my ass cheeks wide, spitting on my tight little hole before slamming his veiny 10-inch monster balls-deep into my asshole with one brutal thrust. I scream in ecstasy and pain, my body arching as he pounds me relentlessly, his hips slapping against my flesh like thunder. "Beg for it, whore," he commands, flipping me over to face-fuck my throat until tears stream down my face and drool coats his throbbing shaft. He doesn't stop—calls in two hung studs to stretch my cunt while he reclaims my gaping ass, double-penetrating me until I'm a quivering mess, squirting all over their cocks. Rocco unloads ropes of hot cum deep in my bowels, pulling out to watch it ooze from my ruined hole as I collapse, utterly owned, craving round six already.