Charlotte relishes the gang's piss

While thrashing in pleasure and the overwhelming sensation of fullness from the baseball bat lodged in her cunt, Charlotte pulled one of her wrists out of her cheap handcuffs. The skin was scraped raw, but she was in too much pleasure to notice any pain.

She lifted up her ass off the ground and grabbed the bat stuck obscenely in her cunt with both hands to push it deeper and deeper. She bit her lips in the intensity of the sensation as she violated herself with the giant shaft, her pussy thrust obscenely up and in full view of the gang.

"Fuck yeah," she rasped as she ground the gang leader's seed into her cervix with the hard tip of the bat. Charlotte pounded her own pussy walls as though her cunt were mortar and the bat were a pestle. "I fucking need this."

The warm piss struck her with a shock, and she came again as the stream washed over her grimy, good girl body. The gang members were pissing on her, and she was loving every minute of it.

She tried to give them a show, to thank them for abusing her body so. She bucked and thrashed on the ground, grinding the wooden baseball bat deeper and deeper into herself. The streams of piss burnt her scrapes, burnt her eyes.

"Fucking **** this cuntbucket," she gurgled and guzzled the streams of piss with her open mouth.

She pinched her clit, orgasming again on ground that was quickly turning into piss-mud.