Just About

One of the guys, his head shaved bald, moved up beside m3, his cock sticking out of his zipper. I turned and glared, annoyed at the distraction. He had a wide grin as he pointed his cock at me, and Kelly snorted in amusement as a yellow stream flew out the tip.

It splashed across my breasts, then my face, and I moaned and weakly raised a hand to block it. The guy pissed over my head and hair, and then let the stream move along my body, over her chest, and belly and in between my legs.

"Just remember this, whore," Kelly said.

She and her friends moved off along with my clothes, leaving me completely naked, filled with cum, beaten, battered, and pissed on, laying on my back in the weeds and dirt, moaning and weeping in pain and misery.