Try to escape

"N-no," Nat gasps, jerking back from the cock she's sucking. "Wait."

"Huh?" the boy behind her snaps. His hands {if Slut_Clothes=True}remain on her bared breasts, pinching one nipple idly{elseif Normal_Clothes=True}are squeezing and groping her breasts through her shirt and bra, but they pause at her protest{elseif Prude_Clothes=True}cup her breasts through the layers of her button-down, cami, and bra, but he doesn't keep groping her{endif}. "What the fuck are you trying to go on about?"

"Yeah, there're better uses for your mouth," the dark-haired boy she's been jerking off says with a sneer. The blond in front of her grins and thrusts his hips forward, his hard cock bumping against her lips. Natalie squirms in the hands of the boy who'd been asked to strip her - Lucas, wasn't it? - {if Sluttery < 80}desperately trying to control her impulse to open her mouth, spread her legs, and let them use her as a toy{elseif Sluttery < 60}knowing what she has to do even as her mouth waters at the sight of all these lovely dicks{elseif Sluttery < 40}trying to regain control of the situation, some dignity{endif}.

"I - I don't want you to take my clothes off," she says. "I need...to get on the bus. I've gotta go!"

"Oooh," the blond says understandingly. "She doesn't want us to take off her clothes, guys. Well, of course we won't."

"Th-Thank you," Natalie gasps. "Thank you...I have to get on the bus."

"Don't worry," the blond says with a reassuring smile as Lucas lets out a growl of frustration and stands, releasing Natalie, "You will."