Tommy is ready to burst

After your orgasm you lie there panting, the sensation of being roughly pounded slowly creeping back after your orgasmic daze wears off. Soon enough Tommy is ready to cum himself.

"Not in her pussy Tommy, we don't wanna breed this bitch until the boss says so." Darius instructs him.

Right on the edge now, Tommy follows Darius' instructions and pulls out, instead electing to spray his load all over your belly. He sighs with relief as he finally cums. After a moment of sitting there panting he finally gets up.

"Damn this bitch is tight, her husband must've had a tiny pecker. Who's up next?"

"Hey, don't talk about my husband like that asshole!" You shout back at him.

In retaliation Tommy kneels back down and slaps you straight on the pussy causing you to jump.

"Ow!"

"Say you're sorry bitch!"

Tommy slaps you on the pussy hard once again. For some reason your desire to be loyal and defend your dead husband has you sitting there in silence, perhaps a result of impaired decision making thanks to the Jet they gave you. Thanks to your disobedience Tommy slaps you again, and again, building up speed until finally you can't take it anymore.

"Ok I'm sorry! I'm sorry please stop!"

"Good girl, don't ever talk back like that again, you hear me!"

"Ok I'm sorry."

He slaps you on the pussy again.

"I'm sorry what?"

"I'm sorry sir."

"Much better." He says before spitting on your face.

You lay there on the floor in the middle of these black men, awaiting your fate.