They are not done with Anne

As the taller man stepped back, Marcus moved in, his massive frame looming over Anne. He grasped his thick, black cock, the head gleaming with anticipation, and pressed it against the tight entrance of her ass. Anne's breath hitched, her body still trembling from the earlier onslaught. The leaner man, now standing beside the taller one, watched with a hungry gaze, his own cock still semi-erect. Marcus's smirk returned as he slowly began to push into her, his movements deliberate and forceful. Anne's eyes widened, a mix of pain and pleasure flashing across her face as she felt the unfamiliar pressure.

Marcus pushed deeper into Anne's tight asshole, she reached forward, her lips parting to engulf the taller man's cock. Her mouth, still wet from Marcus's earlier attention, slid down the shaft with eager desperation, her tongue swirling around the head as she sucked hungrily. The taller man groaned, his hands cradling her head as he thrust gently into her mouth, his rhythm matching the relentless pounding Marcus delivered from behind. Anne's body was a canvas of sensations, her asshole stretched to its limits by Marcus's thick cock, her mouth filled with the taller man's length, and her mind reeling from the sheer intensity of the experience.

As Marcus continued to pound Anne's asshole with relentless ****, the leaner man, now semi-erect, moved forward to claim her breasts. His hands cupped her massive tits, squeezing them firmly as his mouth latched onto a nipple, sucking hungrily. Anne's moans were muffled by the taller man's cock, still buried deep in her throat, as the leaner man's tongue swirled around her nipple, sending shivers down her spine. He bit down gently, causing her to gasp, the sound barely audible over the rhythmic slapping of flesh. His fingers pinched her other nipple, rolling it between them with a mix of pain and pleasure.

As the leaner man positioned himself in front of Anne, his semi-erect cock began to stiffen at the sight of her stretched white pussy, glistening with the mixture of the taller man's and his own seed from earlier. With a grunt of anticipation, he pressed the head of his cock against her entrance, the warmth of her body inviting him in. Anne, still sucking the taller man's cock with relentless hunger, felt the familiar pressure as the leaner man slowly began to push into her. Her pussy, already stretched from the previous fucking, accommodated his length with a wet, sucking sound that echoed through the room.

As Marcus's thick cock drove deeper into Anne's asshole, her body trembled with a mix of pain and pleasure. The taller man's grip on her head tightened as he thrust his cock deeper into her throat, his climax building with each passing moment. The leaner man, now fully erect again, pushed into her pussy with renewed vigor, his thrusts becoming more frantic as he chased his second orgasm. Anne's eyes widened, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she felt the pressure build in all three men. With a final, forceful thrust, Marcus erupted inside her, his cum filling her ass as he let out a deep groan.

As the three men pounded her from every angle, Anne's body reached a fever pitch, her muscles tensing with the promise of another explosive orgasm. The taller man's cock slid deep into her throat, his thrusts synchronized with the leaner man's relentless pounding in her pussy and Marcus's forceful strokes in her ass. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling as the pressure built. With a final, simultaneous thrust, all three men erupted inside her, their cum filling her as Anne's body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave.

Anne's orgasm reached its peak, the taller man's cock erupted in her mouth, his cum shooting down her throat in thick, creamy pulses. She struggled to swallow, her throat convulsing as the warmth spread through her, but another wave of pleasure crashed over her, making it hard to focus. Her body trembled violently, her muscles clenching around the cocks buried inside her as she screamed, the sound muffled by the flesh filling her mouth. The leaner man's thrusts became erratic, his own climax nearing as he watched Anne's struggle, her desperation to take it all in only fueling his arousal.

As the last spasms of their collective orgasms faded, the room fell into a heavy silence, the only sound the labored breathing of the four individuals. Anne's body, now slick with sweat and cum, lay limp as the men slowly withdrew from her. The taller man stepped back, his cock still glistening, while the leaner man collapsed onto the floor beside her, his chest heaving. Marcus, still catching his breath, looked down at Anne with a mixture of satisfaction and concern, her body trembling faintly as she struggled to regain her composure.

As the last drops of cum dripped from her lips, the taller man gazed down at Anne with a smirk, his chest heaving. "Damn girl," he said, his voice low and rough, "you really are a white cum slut." Anne's body, still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, felt a surge of twisted pride at his words. The leaner man, now sitting beside her, reached out to brush a strand of hair from her face, his touch surprisingly gentle after the brutality of their encounter.

Marcus looked down at Anne, his chest still heaving as he caught his breath. "Thank you, babe," he said, his voice low and filled with satisfaction. "We all needed that." The taller man nodded in agreement, a smirk still plastered on his face, while the leaner man reached out to gently stroke Anne's hair. Anne, still trying to process the intensity of what had just happened, felt a mix of exhaustion and a twisted sense of fulfillment.

Anne lay there, the warmth of their cum began to seep out of her, trickling down her thighs as her body slowly relaxed. She could feel the sticky liquid leaking from her stretched asshole and pussy, the sensation both demeaning and oddly satisfying. The taller man chuckled, reaching down to wipe a strand of cum from her chin, while the leaner man continued to stroke her hair, his touch a stark contrast to the brutality they'd just inflicted. Marcus, now standing beside her, gazed down with a mix of admiration and dominance, his chest still rising with each breath. "You took it like a champ,"

The room was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the air heavy with the aftermath of their intense encounter. Anne's body, still trembling faintly, seemed to glow in the dim light, her skin slick with the residue of their passion. The taller man stepped closer, his smirk widening as he reached down to run a finger over her lips, now swollen from the relentless pounding. "You're a real trooper, aren't you?" he muttered, his tone laced with a rough, post-orgasmic gravel.

As Anne lay there, her mind raced at the reality of what had just happened. Her fantasy of being fucked by black cock had become reality, and the intensity of it all left her breathless. The taller man's semen still glistened on her lips, and the leaner man's gentle strokes of her hair contrasted sharply with the brutality of their encounter. Marcus's words echoed in her mind, fueling a twisted sense of pride and fulfillment. She could feel the warmth of their cum seeping out of her, a tangible reminder of the primal passion they had shared.

Marcus's voice was low and commanding as he looked down at Anne, his words cutting through the heavy silence. "You're my white cum slut now," he said, his tone filled with a mix of ownership and satisfaction. "I own you." Anne felt a shiver run down her spine at the words, a twisted sense of pride mingling with her exhaustion. The taller man chuckled, his smirk widening as he gazed at her, while the leaner man's gentle strokes of her hair contrasted sharply with the brutality of Marcus's claim. Anne's body, still trembling faintly, seemed to accept the words, her mind racing with the reality of what she had become.