In a cramped, dimly lit room, a teen girl lies back, hands bound, as Igor Urist's lens zooms in on her expectant face. A row of anonymous men, cocks in hand, circle her, their grunts and pants growing louder as they ready their loads. The teen, her breath hitched, braces herself as the first shot hits her chin, quickly followed by a torrent of cum that coats her cheeks, drips off her nose, and fills her open mouth, a testament to her debauched baptism.