At the second

I had to kneel before the second man. His penis was just as imposing as the first, but less straight, more L-shaped, which would further complicate my task. With only 14 minutes left on the clock, having finished swallowing the first man's semen, I wasted no time and my mouth engulfed this new penis, but its shape made it difficult. Finding the right position to draw that damned ring in with my lips was challenging.

I leaned towards the second man, my tongue tracing a wet path along its imposing curve. The L-shape of his penis **** me to crane my neck, my lips closing as best they could around the sharp angle. A muffled moan escaped his hood when my teeth accidentally grazed the sensitive base.

The vibrations within me suddenly intensified, a sly buzzing that made my thighs tremble and my stomach clench.

My breath caught in my throat as the vibrations within me intensified, transforming my lower abdomen into a throbbing inferno. The unnatural position twisted my neck, saliva dripping down the masculine curve that pulsed against my cheek.

I tried to reposition my lips, stretching my mouth as far as it would go, feeling the warm flesh slide against my teeth. The ring still resisted, wedged in the tight curve of its unusual shape.

I tried again and again as the man arched his back, doing his best not to ejaculate, but in vain. As my lips passed the bend of his penis, his semen spilled into my throat, my nostrils. I nearly choked and released the ring.

The spasms in my throat had barely subsided when another burning spurt **** its way between my tightly closed lips. The acrid taste flooded my taste buds as I felt the ring finally slide along the moist curve, my tongue desperately pushing it toward the swollen tip.

The cold metal of the key clanged against my incisors as the man groaned, his throbbing member still pressed against my cheek. As I contorted, I saw that this new key still wouldn't free my wrists, but at least with difficulty I managed to free my ankles, which made it easier to move for the third one. As I cleared my nostrils of the semen that threatened to **** me if I tried to take on the fourth, I cursed Cyndie for her ideas; she must be watching me with some hidden camera somewhere.