Pass her around.

As Gemma slides off Austin's cock, you pick her up off the ground and throw her face-first onto the couch. You line yourself up behind her, gripping her hips, and plunge your cock into her pussy, causing her to arch her back. Malik, Austin and Ethan walk around behind the couch, with Malik sliding his cock into her mouth as she grips onto the back of the seat. You pull her head back by her ponytail, and Austin grips her throat as you fuck her. The three men behind the couch take turns fucking her mouth as you impale her from the other side, her hands working the free cocks furiously.

Gemma collapses onto the couch on her back, and you slide out of her. Jake replaces you, kneeling at the edge of the couch, spreading her legs wide and slamming into her ass. She groans, throwing her head back, and begins to finger her pussy with her free hand. Malik comes in over the top of the couch, straddling her face and forcing her to lick his balls. Her other hand reaches up and grabs Ethan's cock, caressing it with long, languid strokes. You make your way to the side, and as Malik's balls come off her face, you replace them with your cock, sliding it down her throat.

Jake pulls out of her ass, and Ethan, who has been more than patient, gets onto the couch and pulls her down on top of him. She climbs his solid frame, straddling his cock, and begins to ride him as Malik comes from behind and starts fucking her ass. You watch as both of her holes are stretched to their limits as she fucks them in tandem. Her mouth and hands are all over the other three cocks, the slick wet sounds mixing with the moans and groans vibrating through the room. Over the next few hours, she's passed around, all three holes and hands constantly busy as she services all five of her boys.

By the end of the night - the morning, really, as sunlight begins to filter in through the windows - the room is a mess of empty whiskey bottles, and the heavy, musky scent of sex. Gemma is a vision of ruin, her tiny body is sprawled on the bed, her skin glistening under the dim light, coated in a sheen of sweat and cum. Cum drips from her pussy, her ass, her thighs - some of it yours, some Malik’s, some from the others. It’s pooling beneath her, a glistening puddle soaking into the bed. Her legs are spread slightly, her body still trembling from the last orgasm that ripped through her.

Her lips are swollen, her mascara smudged from the tears that streamed down her face. Cum drips down her chest, her stomach, her legs - thick ropes of it clinging to her skin, some of it already drying in streaks across her collarbone and the swell of her breasts. Her hair is a wild, tangled mess, sticking to her forehead and neck, strands matted to her cheeks. A thin trail of cum glistens at the corner of her mouth.

She looks up at you all with a satisfied, almost dreamy smile. Her voice is hoarse, her lips parted as she breathes out, “More?”

Despite the exhaustion in your bones, the way your cocks are spent and your bodies are slick with sweat, the sight of her - used, covered, and abused, still begging for more - makes every single one of you hard again.

THE END.