The man behind me didn’t wait. With a single, brutal thrust, he buried himself inside me. The cry that left my lips was ragged and raw, a sound of pure, unbearable sensation.
I was stuffed, impaled and stretched. The man in my p***y began to move in a slow, shallow rhythm, meeting the thrusts in my ass.
The world narrowed to the competing, overwhelming sensations. Every movement made my breast bounce on the table, a dizzying push and pull that robbed me of thought, of breath, of anything but feeling.
The ropes creaked with our movement, tightening their grip every time I struggled, holding the c***s deep inside me.
“Look at her take it,” someone grunted. “Born for this.”
Their pace quickened, becoming less coordinated, more frantic. I was just the object they were using, and their p
