Is that what you want?”“N ... N ... no!” Cal hated when he stuttered, he hated sounding so weak. But he knew that he was weak. Gina ‘Mistress ...ina’, he took time to remind himself could do anything to him, as could Hammer or anyone else Hammer chose to bring it.“Most of the people who have been fucking you lately like to see little boibitches like you cry. They don’t care if you live or die. They like to hurt people, especially boibitches while fucking them. Is that how you want to live and. It was contrasted immediately by the ocean of semen that suddenly flew into the other side of her face, courtesy of the last man on her left. He moved slightly, aiming the discharge at her already nearly-open mouth, and the globs of sperm flew into the offered maw, skidding across her tongue and spreading like white paint on a sheet of glass. She swallowed roughly, sending the accumulated mass down her already impregnated throat.Her husband stood watching. He noted with some amusement the. Perfect," he replied. “I’ll have you do it again when I use you tonight.”“We’ll need to give my jaw a chance to rest before I can suck you again,” I said. “It aches. I would suggest that I pour you some more wine from my husband's wine cellar, so all of you may relax while I take care of some more housework. These sheets need to be washed. This pillow too.”They agreed more wine would be nice. I got another bottle and poured five glasses, leaving mine on the table. The four men enjoyed their. She raised her hips and cried out as her orgasm ripped through her. I sat back, enjoying the picture before me as her body trembled in the aftershock.Then, quicker than thought, her eyes snapped open and she was off the couch, tugging at my belt buckle. Jeans and trunks discarded, she pushed me on my back on the couch, using my erect cock to pull me to the centre. In an instant she was straddling me and, with a deep, shuddering sigh, lowered herself on to my rigid cock. I slid fully into her.