And found her!

I stopped, staring. There was Larissa alright. On her feet, bent over like she was on the dance floor.

Except she was being fucked. She wasn’t having sex, this was raw fucking. Her dress was nearly ripped, coiled around her waist as her small breasts jumped frantically from the fucking. Her little nipples stood out hard even as she reached back to spread her curvy ass for one of the guys to get a better view.

The taller one had bent at the knees to line up with her mouth, but I could barely see his cock except in flashes as he shoved it down her throat hard and fast, over and over. He had her hair wrapped around his fist even as he pounded her face, spit flying, dripping off her ruby lips and his engorged cock.

The shorter one grabbed her hands as leverage and fucked her, pulling her arms back and curving her back even as he fucked her. I couldn’t see the action from this angle, she was slightly facing towards me, but her ass bounced with each thrust, a loud clap every time he drove into her.

She nearly lost her footing, staggering as they spitroast her, and my mouth dropped. I knew she played easy, but holy shit!