She looked at Wil devotedly. When his eyes met hers the love she saw in them made her heart melt and her pussy bubble with desire.
Lois was lying near the edge of the platform. Grant's cock was in her pussy. Her hands were still bound behind her back. The two men who had escorted her since the beginning were hastily stripping in anticipation of their reward.
Clara felt a surge of affection for the men who had been supporting her for so long. When they began dripping off their clothes, she sank down to the floor and offered her cunt to them as Wil stripped slowly.
The first man settled between her thighs, aimed his dick into her streaming cunt, and rammed into her belly. The pressure of his body against her fresh brand only added to her ecstasy. His dick drilled deep into her cunt.
The way her hands were bound behind her back made her uncomfortable, so she kicked and squirmed, rolled him over so he was under her. He grasped her waist, and fucked his cock into her spasming tunnel. She writhed and squirmed on him. The pain from her burn was an added stimulus. Her clit was being ground savagely.
The touch of a cock between her ass cheeks made her moan. She felt a dick push against her bung and fought to let it in. The unlubricated penetration of her asshole felt fantastic. As the dick drove slowly into her tail she had the feeling she was being torn open. She felt like she was going to rip in two from her crotch upwards.
Her lust raged higher and higher as the shaft drove into her greasy rectum, and the cock in her cunt pinched the invading ram, squeezed the thin baffler between cunt and asshole.
"Suck it," Wil ordered. Her mouth around his cock, and everything vanished but the pain from her branding, and the cocks. She had cock in her ass, in her cunt, and in her mouth.
She was a three-cylinder engine of lust. As the three dicks pistoned in her, everything hazed out. She began to cum again. She felt the dicks hosing her with thick semen, flooding her. She floated away an a foaming tidal wave of jizz…