Genre: Hypnosis

Description: If you take away the poverty of Appalachia,, the effects that it has on people, their appearance, this girl would be my type. She was probably a hot stripper at one time until being blown out by motherhood. You get the jiggly gut, the floppy tits, the "I give up" look. But every so often she gives you a look, you can tell she still has it, albeit slightly. This was an emotionally charged scene. It was her first scene, too. Obviously, she never had two guys who can step, bring it to her at such a high level of intensity. Every stroke regardless of the hole was met with an insult. After awhile, between the verbal pejoratives, the physical magnitude of the hard face fucking, pussy drilling turned her into a pile of tears. She sat their broken. A sad pile of tits, holes sobbing like a bitch. She was tenderized, ready for 3 loads. She took them like a champ, but you could see the facade melt, a few tears leaked out which only cast light upon her inner turmoil.