A whispered initiation. Tiffany glowing, teasing the camera, knowing exactly what’s coming for her. Four men step in like chosen disciples, their hands mapping every inch of her as if learning a sacred text. She melts into their grip, their touch, their worship. Like a ritual. Tiffany gives in with rolling eyes and trembling as they lift her in the air taking turns on her one by one, touching her, caressing her, spitting on her, devouring her every inch. They man handle her. She begs, moans, rolls her eyes as they oil her up and run a train on her until they decide she can touch the ground again, only then she gets her reward
