She's given more

The next few hours turned into a blur. Isabella lied on the table, taking cocks on both ends and letting greedy hand roam her body, feeling up every curve, squeezing every sensitive part. There was no time for a break, no time to stop and catch her breath.

Isabella had lost count of how many times she came. Each time her pussy squeezed and contracted around the cock inside her, it was accompanied by a chorus of groans and grunts, and she was rewarded with a fresh batch of cum, which her body greedily accepted. Her face was covered in sticky fluids, and her stomach and pussy were filled to the brim.

The men had formed a line, and they were all satisfied, even the ones at the back. Isabella, on the table, was a mess, her dark curly hair was plastered to her face, her bronze skin glistening with sweat. Her tits were red and sore, and her nipples were puffy and raw. Her pussy was leaking, the copious amount of cum leaking out, forming a puddle on the table.

Her eyes were glazed over, and her breathing was ragged. She was drunk on cock, and her mind was foggy.

Just as she thought it was all over, the door swung open, and a voice boomed.

"We round up the rest of the lads boys, where's the Presidente pussy at?"

The Lieutenant stepped in, pointing at the broken women lying on the table. "You sure y'all wanna go after us? She's dirtier than a brothel whore."

"Aww fuck, I ain't touching that cum dump with my dick." One of the soldiers replied, as the rest laughed. "Guess we better hose her down and throw her in with the other fuck buckets."

The soldier stepped forward, grabbed her by the arm, and pulled her off the table. Pools of cum oozed out of and off her.

"Alright boys, let's get the Presidente a little cleaner."

Isabella was too tired to resist, and resigned herself to her fate.