Sandy lay panting . . . trying somehow to recover from this dual attack. The pungent taste of sperm filled her mouth . . . her vaginal walls burned and her aching womb was inundated with hot, wet pools of unwanted c*m. She still lay stretched out flat on her stomach . . . her legs lying halfway on the floor. Slowly she crawled up so that all of her smarting body was once more on the surface of the bed. She curled her legs up and tried to cover herself with a piece of the crumpled bedspread. Whimpering softly, she closed her eyes tightly trying to blot out all of the ugliness around her. She felt Bob leave the bed and then she heard the voices of the men coming from the bathroom.
They were congratulating themselves heartily on their conquest of her body . . . that body that was once so swe
