Getting fucked up and loosening her morals further.

The other man that was there grabbed a beer out of a cooler as he pulled out a walkie-talkie. “Early knock-off boys, level seven.”

Abbey and Chris kissed each other intensely for a few moments before Abbey asked, “So, how many are here?”

The unknown man took a mouthful of beer and laughed slightly, “Thirty-five on site at the moment, several will watch and not join in though.”

Abbey moaned, “Thirty-five? This is going to take hours.”

Chris was groping her tits as she spoke, he wasn’t being too rough, but he certainly wasn’t being gentle. “Yeah, and we have agreed to all be back here at five am.”

Abbey moaned, “So you really want to do it, tie me up after some fun, ravage me half the night and then come back tomorrow to do it some more?”

As Chris nodded, another two men came up onto the floor, “Just wait, man, this chick we fucked the other day and even when she passed out, she still sucked every cock that went in her mouth. Natural born whore.” She heard one of them say.

She turned around, “Nice to see you again,” she said as she turned to face the two newcomers. Abbey could hear other voices approaching. “What do you say we have a drink before we get started?”

The guy who had met her at the gate smiled, “We got beer, tequila, coke, and not the drink. What do you want?”

She walked over to a small overturned plastic crate and took a seat, slowly crossing her legs. “I could do a line and a bottle of tequila.”

As the guy who had already started drinking brought her some coke and a bottle, Chris and a few others began to strip.

Snorting the line Abbey felt the familiar rush. She didn’t do **** often, but tonight, she was going to go all out. She then popped the top of the tequila and took a swig before looking at Chris. “Thanks for lining this up. You want to come closer, and I will thank you properly?”

Chris needed no further encouragement, he grabbed a beer offered to him by one of his coworkers and stepped over to Abbey as she took another swig from the bottle. “Be careful of the worm,” he said.

Abbey shrugged before leaning into his sweaty crotch. His cock was half hard but quickly hardened in her mouth, and she moaned onto him in lust. After a few moments, she pulled back, “Oh, and take plenty of pictures and vids for my husband,” she said to the group.

Returning to Chris’ cock she felt his hands reach into her hair, guiding her pace. Shortly after, she felt hands reaching around her, groping her again. She knew it would quickly get out of hand and was looking forward to it.

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