The guys stopped moving, holding themselves still as she pumped herself on and off their cocks . . . her body rolling back and forth . . . fucking them wildly.

"That's it, Baby, ride us," Chris groaned.

"Yea, fuck our cocks you slut," Ken cheered her on.

"Oh fuck. Oh God," she whimpered as her hips slammed back again and again, driving herself onto their shafts. "Oh God yes."

"Yea. Fuck our cocks, slut. Fuck us good," Ken groaned, hanging onto her waist.

"Fuckin' beautiful," Tom sighed from his chair.

She rocked back and forth . . . hair swaying . . . muscles tensing . . . trembling...