I mount you again, talking to you, telling you how much I need you in me. Telling you how long I've waited to feel you push into me. To have you throb...ing within my wet folds. To feel your breath on my neck as we come closer each second. You play with my clit, eliciting a moan from my wanting lips. You feel my gushing wetness and know it's only for you. You mercilessly finger me to almost the point of no return. Oh my.Then you adjust me so that I'm positioned directly above your cock and you. Christi was entranced. She was losing count how many men had cum on the newsreader — nine? Eleven? The video was at the nine minute mark when she felt something hot and damp on her ear. She gasped and felt with her hand, and it was slick and sticky. She turned and found Darrell’s barrel of a cock pointed straight at her face, cum still dripping from the hole. He had imitated the video and blown his load on her just like a dozen guys or more were blowing loads on the oh-so-professional Japanese. “No!” said Astrid sharply, pulling her hand away from Astrid’s crotch which seemed slightly moist as well as hot. She rolled over on her side and faced away from Gudrun, though she didn’t resist her friend’s comforting arms around her shoulders where they normally rest each night. Throughout the following day, Astrid remembered the sensation of her fingers on Gudrun’s crotch as they sat together spinning flax or skinning hare. She sometimes caught Gudrun’s eyes as they wandered towards Astrid’s. The three men grinned and passed looks from one to the other that said everything she needed to know about what was going to happen.The first man threw her up against the side of the carriage, and began to tug at the fabric of her dress. The dress tore revealing the corset beneath. He took his knife from the sheath on his hip and cut straight up through the stings that were holding her in. Her full, creamy breasts were exposed and heaving as she tried not to think about what would happen next..