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The three other guys grabbed her ass, legs, and thighs to help her climb up onto a bar stool and sit on the counter. Then pulling her down by the neck they laid her out along the counter and spread her legs. Her eyes flashed worriedly around at the horny, encircling guys as their hands began to roam across the curves of her enticingly exhibited body. Mills grabbed a wet bar rag and started wiping out her pussy that still dripped with their cum. The coolness of the Hardcore rag felt good on her hot, swollen crotch but she squirmed at his invasive touch. Nick stood above her head reaching over to grope her, and no matter how much she tried she couldn't maneuver her arms to hide her naked, jiggling breasts from him. Simmons had his hands on her hips and stomach, periodically running his fingers down toward her pussy, and Morris was sitting on the bar holding her ankles apart. How little she cumshot could move disconcerted her, as her squirming barely moved her body and made no difference to their groping hands all over her skin. The wet rag moved to her inner thighs, and Simmons' fingers inquisitively cupped her newly cleaned pussy, diddling around her pert pussy lips and dipping knuckle-deep into her wet snatch. The dregs of her orgasm in the parking lot resurged and began dominating her mind with thoughts of sex. She closed her eyes to concentrate, drawing long, shaky breaths as she willingly enjoyed their ministrations. After a few minutes she was clean. They pulled her off the bar again then led her behind it, and though she wouldn't admit it to herself she was so aroused by their touches that she was on the verge of cumming again. "Make us some martinis, you hot piece of ass," Nick commanded and casually groped her full ass cheek with his widespread hand. With his other hand he released her wrists from their leash binding and leaned in menacingly. He slowly licked the side of her face from the base teen of her neck to her forehead, grinning at her and turning his hand to dip his fingers in her moist womanhood from behind. She stood up straight and breathed a sigh of resignation, knowing she would have to do everything they wanted whether amateur willingly humiliating herself or being painfully forced to satisfy them. Her hands moved automatically to make the drinks as they sat at the bar and laughed to one another. The bare, shimmering skin of her breasts jostled lightly with every movement, and doggystyle the leash that hung from her neck passed between them, an ever-present reminder of her husband's decree that her whole body belong to these men for the night to do with as they pleased. When she finished she placed the martinis in front of them across the bar, and Simmons and Morris thanked her. Mills said gruffly, "Come around here and sit on my lap," smiling lecherously at her. She squared her shoulders and walked around the bar, striding over to where he sat and climbing up onto his knee. He helped her straddle his thigh and hooked his arm around the small of her back, pulling her to himself as he sipped his drink. Her hands rested on his hips near his crotch, for balance she told herself, and he said, "Go on -- you can grind your pussy on me. I know you want to." She found that she already was, and now started bucking with more gusto, trying to feel ashamed over the insurmountable need to grind against his body til she climaxed. His eyes watched her nipples for a while, then he leaned in to kiss her shoulders and collarbone. Her eyes closed subconsciously as her arousal grew, though her focus was on not falling off. She felt a cold, wet sensation on her breast, and looked down to see her tit dipping into his martini glass. "Haha, oops!" he chuckled, a little drunk, and pulled his drink back. Then pulling her up with a strong, steady arm he took her nipple into his mouth and began to suck. He lapped up the alcohol as he alternated between massaging her with his lips and licking her with his surprisingly nimble tongue. She pushed against him to free her sensitive breasts from his aggressive enjoyment, but he didn't seem to notice as he started alternating from one nipple to the other. Several squeals and gasps escaped her mouth as the fire in her loins spread through her chest and made her whole body burn with warmth. The other three guys looked on and laughed, pulling out their cocks to watch and jack off as Mills assaulted her. Our friend Rebecca, too. “John, you know how unsure I was in the beginning about April having sex with you. I beat him fair and square, but he amateur just took off his helmet and hit me!” “Do it!” moaned Genevieve. The car stopped and the Colonel stepped out. that afternoon, drinking beer and visiting with a few guys Hailey groaned round the foul cock in her mouth as Sam buried his cock deep into her, his own pre-cum lubricating the passage allowing him to drive deeper. She looked at Melissa. My mother paused, granting me a moment to stretch and adjust to the cunt-stuffing sensation. She paused before saying, "He's cute, but I can't see us being a serious thing." I felt as if I was ready to explode. I told her about what her father asked of me. “Oh baby! I wasn't my futa-mother, Becky. I didn't have to give her up yet. I explain to the emergency dispatcher teen what is going on and that three guys of Hispanic backgrounds have left a box at our front gate and we are unsure if it is safe to open or not. The pain made my eyes brim with fresh tears, but as cumshot soon as the pain has gone and I’m able Hardcore to take stock I feel confused. It went on for a couple of hours well after all 21 men and women have spat in the skanks' mouths once, even twice or thrice... I’m not a faggot. “Hi Mike” she hugged me. “These are my Asian friends, they are from China, and homeless doggystyle students now.” Lin and Kim hugged me as they introduced themselves. “My death will turn this defeat into a victory”.