No

The Marshal isn't exactly the talkative type.

"Why risk?" He replies in a wheeze, after extracting his cock out of the poor girls mouth.

"True enough ... Sorry, hon' it will be for the next time." Comments the Captain.

"Better hurry, then .. " He adds standing back up, and pushing the girls's shoulders against the side of the bed, leaving Vanessa's pussy unbearably empty.

She noisily catches her breath, while the two men stroke their cock in front of her face.

Almost instantly a thick rope of hot cum smacks right in middle of her face, as the Captain starts to grunt rhytmically.
Only the first of a volley that quickly starts gathering on her lovely pout and heaving breasts, forcing her to close her eyes.

Shocked, she spits what she can of the salty slop, slowly clotting on her chin, right before a second volley starts raining on her.

Hailing would be a more fitting word, as fat and powerful the spurts are .
They squish on her one after one, causing her flinch every time, untill she is glazed like a birthday cake.

"Aaaah, now that was refreshing! Thanks hon' , we really needed that." Sighs a voice that sounds like the Captain's one after a while.
The Marshal sounds short of breath instead.

Vanessa remains motionless, with her eyes closed.
Flabbergasted and humiliated, she loses the sense of time, as the two men chill in the afterglow, proudly contempling their work of art.

"We should really go now." At one point exclaims Randelli, putting his limp cock back inside his pants.

How much time have passed?
Vanessa doesn't know for sure.
Confused she looks up to the two officers.

"Hey, be sure ot give our regards to your boyfriend ..." Mocks the man before vanishing through the door,

Bisaglia then nods to Vanessa, somewhat embarassed, and hurries after him, clumsily tucking his shirt back in his pants.

A while after, the door shuts downstairs.

The girls has an hard time repressing her desire to cry and forces hersef to get up.
Before entering the showerbox, for the third time today, she glances at her reflection in the mirror above the sink.

With her hairs still wet and cum smeared all over her body and face, she looks like a cheap whore.
She feels like one, she thinks bitterly to herself while gathering with a finger some of the white stuff which has trickled down her belly to her black bush.

She turns open the faucet.
Quickly the cold water sweeps away cum and tears all together.
Frantically she rubs her body, in attempt to get rid of a filth that has already seeped through her skin.

She feels a chill down her spine when her hands slip between her legs, and in second the fire is burning again her body and mind.
Soon she is clinging to the shower handrail, fingering herself with an urge she has never felt before.
The climax is sudden and devastating.

Weeping quitely, curled up down on the shower floor, she lets the icy spray of water hit her body untill her teeth begin to rattle.