Not Yet

The taste of his cock still on her lips and her mouth still parted Max looked up and growled. "Go to hell"

"Shame," the man said shaking his head before grabbing onto Max's and forcing his cock back into her mouth. Max moaned her hips involuntarily thrusting upwards against nothing as he forcibly took her mouth.

Groaning he grinded the head of his cock against her cheek, the sight of her bulging cheek turning him on even more. His hand slid down her stomach to her soaking snatch. Teasing her making her moan wildly against his cock. It was too much for him to take.

With a grunt he came, his warm seed filling Max's mouth. Eyes closed she moaned swallowing some but letting most of it escape the side of her mouth to drool down her cheek. A satisfied grin on his face he pulled free of her cum covered lips.

For the first time since they had chained her down to that damned table there wasn't a hand on her, but that moment was short lived and Max soon felt another man take his place. Sliding his hands down her thighs until they scooted under her ass giving each firm cheek a good hard squeeze.

Pulling her head up from the table Max looked down her sweat covered body. Another one of Carlo's goons stood between her spread his cock out and ready. Max whimpered softly, to exhausted to try to even hide her pleasure filled moans. "Please," she begged feeling his hardness rest against her swollen wetness. She could feel every vein, every inch of him as he slowly slid his shaft up and down over her. Her mind raced, just imagining how good he would feel buried balls deep into her tight little cunt.

"Just tell us who you work for and I'll make sure you'll get what you need." Carlo's voice filled the room.

"No," Max whined withering against her chains. Still transfixed on the sight of the large cock between her legs, she parted her lips, still tasting cum and scooted her hips towards the man as best she could. "Fuck me. You motherfucker, fuck me," Max snapped.