The woman was a whore, her face covered in cum and tears. She lay on her back with her legs apart, crying as she came all over herself. Her breasts were exposed, and she had a lot of makeup on. I knew what

The woman was a whore, her face covered in cum and tears. She lay on her back with her legs apart, crying and fingering herself. Her breasts were exposed, and she had a lot of makeup on. She was clearly enjoying the attention she was receiving from the men around her.The man in front of me took out his phone and snapped a picture of me with my eyes closed, crying as I came all over myself. He then posted it to his social media account with the caption "Bukkake for sluts."I opened my eyes to see that he had taken another picture of me lying on my back with my legs spread wide open. This time, he had taken a close-up shot of my face and chest, showing off the bruises and cuts that covered them.I knew what he wanted from me now - more pornographic pictures to sell online for maximum profit. But I couldn't help but feel disgusted by his actions - how could someone take pleasure in seeing someone else's pain?