John...
Fuck her harder
John's mind was a blur of sensation, the pleasure a potent drug that washed over him in waves. He could feel the woman's muscles tightening around him, her body responding to his every move with an eagerness that was both thrilling and terrifying. He was lost in the moment, a willing participant in this hedonistic ritual, his control slipping.
The guard noticing John's wild abandon and seeing her chance to get some of this action for herself, moved to stand in front of the chained woman. With a swift, practiced motion, she unhooked her own bra, letting her large, firm breasts bounce free. She then straddled the woman's face, lowering herself onto her waiting mouth while using a stool to position herself. "Lick me, you little slut," she commanded, her voice a low growl of desire. "Make me cum."

The model, her mind a haze of lust and need, eagerly obeyed, her tongue darting out to explore the guard's wet folds. The guard threw her head back, a moan of pure ecstasy escaping her lips as she ground herself against the woman's face. The sight was incredibly erotic, a symphony of raw, unbridled passion that pushed John even closer to the edge.
He gripped the woman's hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he drove into her with a renewed vigor. He could feel her body tensing, her muscles clenching around him as she approached her own release. The combination of her tight, wet heat and the sight of the guard writhing in pleasure on her face was too much to bear.

With a final, guttural groan, John came, his release a torrent that filled the woman's already slick channel. He pulled out, his cock still twitching from the force of his orgasm, and watched as a mix of his and the previous man's cum dripped from her used hole.
The guard, having reached her own peak, slid off the woman's face, a satisfied smile on her lips. She turned to John, her eyes glinting with a newfound respect. "You've got some stamina, stranger," she said, her voice a low, husky purr. "You got one more round for me." It felt like she was baiting John. To stay longer than he needed.
Does he?
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