I look over to where the shrill question came from. A blonde haired woman was walking out of a hall and by the kitchen, her honeydew sized breasts bouncing freely with her hurried gaunt. She reached the living room, looking at the men gathered around, her violet eyes settling on me.
“What the _hell_ is going on here?” she repeated, one hand on her wide hip, the other gesturing to the three ‘having at’ me. The man behind me pressed his cock against my used ass hole, and entered quickly, his penetration aided by the creamy lubrication of the previous two. I moan around the meat in my mouth as he enters, my hand wrapping around his rod and pumping up and down the exposed shaft at my lips.
“We, uh, got tired of waiting to take turns on one, and another happened to fall into our laps,” Mick offered.
“Yeah, this one is happy to take multiples! Jon had her all to himself when you arrived, and she wanted more,” someone else chimed in.