“Ohmygod……yesssssss……!” she started to pant, then screamed, her body bucking hard again. Her face glowed and grimaced, wrenched with pain and the pleasure rippling along her skin.
“That’s it, slut. You come for my friends,” Joey purred. She forgot who he was, whose bed she lay in, and let Joey’s words trickle willingly through her brain. No resistance. No fight. She imagined that crowd of hungry eyes watching. Joey had one hand in her p***y, the other grasping her mass of hair. His movements jerked her body in erratic fashion; they brought her head up, her face in full view of the cameras that recorded every response, every pained and pleasure filled expression. How many thousands would see the expression of bliss? Or see the wince of pain. She let them have the best of her, while grunti
