Done? They've hardly begun

You purr around the cock in your mouth as Cody's thrusts slow, letting you savour the last aftershocks of your orgasm. You stroke Mr. Thornhaven's shaft with one hand, cradling his balls with the other as you devour his meat, looking up at him with sultry eyes. You suck him hard, wanting a mouthful of his hot seed, wanting all three of your holes dripping with come. You're so anxious to spur him to release that you whine unhappily when he uses your hair to pull your mouth off his cock.

"That's a good girl. Sucked it nice and clean. Loved it, didn't you Lisa?"

"Let me...let me finish..." you whine, your mouth open and wanton, needing the hot taste of his meat again.

"All in good time," he chuckles. "See Cody, I told you she was a slut. She kept her good girl mask on, but no bitch who moves and teases like this one doesn't love the cock." You flush at his words, partly with anger, but mostly because you know the truth of them. You've always liked sex, ever since you lost your virginity in a fumbling **** coupling way back in high school. Liked it a lot, but always felt like something was missing. Something fulfilling. You've always loved the attention of men, loved their hands on you, loved surrendering to them, but this is something better, something deeper, something that seems to be touching your very soul. You need these men, you need to be skewered by their fat cocks, need to have them using you mercilessly, not asking, just taking. Taking you as they please, using you as they will, knowing you will beg them for more, and that all thought of escaping them has been crushed.

"Come on Lisa, let's get these clothes off," Mr. Thornhaven says, pulling your sweater over your head, as Cody pulls off your shoes and tugs your jeans and panties off, leaving your little pink ankle socks on. You sprawl back on the couch, staring up at them hungrily, watching them strip the rest of their clothes off, wondering which one will take you next, which holes they will fill with their pulsing cocks.

Whimpering with anticipation, you rub your fingers between your swollen labia, pressing against your engorged clit, readying yourself for more.