The ruffians run a train on Robin

"I... I'm not a--oooohhhh" Robin's half-hearted protest faded into a drawn out moan as the man pushed his cock into her, filling her soaked cunt easily in a slow motion. She could feel it stuffing her full, rubbing against her inner walls in the most delightful ways even from just the first movement. The man put both hands on the bed, then began thrusting, his hips driving his cock in quick movements that felt almost like he was stirring inside her more-so than fucking her.

"Gimme yer hand" Robin heard a voice say, and looked up to see another man looming beside the bed. She obliged and quickly found herself stroking his cock, her ministrations idly mirrored the same pattern of the other man thrusting into her.

She let out a cooing moan as the man inside her picked up pace. He bent forward, his chest nearly pressed against her own as he fucked her faster and faster. The man's hands moved to her hips, grabbing her suddenly as he suddenly switched to more forceful thrusts, burying himself deep inside her with every thrust. Robin's small breasts bounced atop her chest, her mouth held open in a prolonged gasp as the man moved once, twice more then emptied his seed into her fertile womb.

He had only just stepped away when another man filled his spot, and none too late for Robin. The buzzing pleasure in her had just begun to fade when the next man plunged his cock into her, filling her up once again. He was shorter, but much thicker than the other man and Robin found the difference to be rather amazing as with each movement he rubbed against places entirely untouched by the other man.

The man next to Robin cleared his throat, and she absentmindedly started stroking his cock again, but Robin's little remaining focus was taken up almost entirely by the warm, buzzing pleasure that was welling up in her stomach. She moaned louder and louder as the ruffian kept bucking his hips against her, until she erupted in a wordless shriek.

Robin's mouth locked in a silent "O" shape, her legs suddenly twitching inward as she came, collapsing back onto the bed. When she could think again, Robin was vaguely aware of the man pulling out, and Dariel taking his place, Connie standing behind him and stroking his chest as the pair looked down at her.

The world was spinning as he began to fuck her, and Robin soon lost track of just what was going on. The world gave way to a spinning, murky swamp, punctuated with bursts of pleasure that drew her out of her reverie. Robin had no idea how many times she looked up to see a different man stuffing his cock into her well-fucked cunt, only that eventually it stopped, leaving her alone in a strange bed, steeped a puddle of her own juices.