HEAT

I opened my mouth wider and tried so desperately to breathe, my cheeks flushing. After smacking the back of my head once more, he snatched a fistful of my hair and yanked me back. Spitting up saliva, I gasped for air, my chest rising and falling.

“You’re not finished,” he said, collapsing onto the couch and pulling me between his legs. He forced my head down on his cock again, this time closing his fingers over my nose so I couldn’t breathe out of it. “Take it like the filthy slut you wanted to be tonight, Pretty Bird.”

Bouncing my head on his cock, I stared up at him with wide eyes and pushed my hands against his thighs, trying to get away. Yet two of the other masked men grabbed my hands and wrapped them around their hard, throbbing cocks. I stroked them back and forth, my breasts pressed together against the couch.

“Spit between your tits,” one said, pulling himself out of my mouth.

I let a wad of spit drip from my lips onto my chest and between my tits. The masked man stood up fro