Zoey Laine is a warm, lil' party mega-slut, trying to sneak back into her sorority without anyone finding out her doing the walk of shame. Unfortunately, Emma Scarlett is up early, texting on her phone, and is disgusted at the state her sorority sista is in. Her clothes long gone in last night’s debauchery, Zoey is clad in nothing but a rubbish bag and, dumb bitch that she is, she choose a clear, plastic bag, her bare body exposed for anyone to observe. Laughing at how promiscuous the platinum-blonde haired doofy looks, Emma commences taking photos to demonstrate the other sisters, but when Zoey prays her not to demonstrate them to anyone, she gets a better idea.
Emma orders Zoey to take the bag off. When she does, Emma is stunned at how much jism adorns the floozie. Covering her puffy bumpers, coating her chubby, rock hard bootie and running in streams from her well used cunt. Turning red from shame, Zoey admits that she lost count of all the boys that used her for a ball butter depository. Appalled, Emma pulls out a gigantic trash bag and tells Zoey to get inside. If she’s going to action like garbage, she’ll be treated like trash. Emma resumes to berate and humiliate the kinky slag, but is caught off guard when she watches her rubbing her cascading twat. Outraged that this cum-covered superslut is getting off on being treated like garbage, Emma holds the plastic tight over Zoey’s face, suffocating her, while she struggles, thrashing inside the plastic bag. When her bod goes still, eyes open and glassy, Emma realizes she’s gone too far.
Calling one of her more questionable fellow buddies to help, he hastily assesses the situation. He agrees to help her, to get rid of the body, but only if she’ll do something for him highly first-ever. Pulling out his large fuck-stick, Emma gets the hint and scrunches up her face in disgust. Revolted by the man’s wool coated, dirty guy penis, she has little time to think, as he grabs her head, toughly forcing himself into her gullet. She starts to inhale him in earnest, hoping to get him off, get rid of the bod and leave behind about this whole incident. Unfortunately, he wants more and starts taking her clothes off. When she resists, he gets brutal, holding her down, pushing his pink cigar into Emma’s taut puss.
She fights, but he is much thicker, much stronger. His hands wrap around her facehole and squeeze, gagging the life from her. They fight atop Zoey’s corpse, plastic crinkling, as the strangle-fuck goes on. Finally, Emma is just as still, just as dead, as Zoey. The stud places both of their bare bodies in the garbage bag, side by side, and leaves them to be found, destined to be disposed of like the garbage they are.