Julie's body convulsed, writing in beautiful agony on the bed. Kirsten refused to let her free, demanding everything from her best friend. Every drop.... Every ounce of her pussy juice. Julie groaned, "Ohh fuckkkkk!" as her head raised to look down upon Kirsten still munching away and eating her pussy. Her body shook, her breasts bounced. Her legs squeezed together, trapping Kirsten between. Involuntary movement that Julie was unable to stop for several moments before she collapsed back onto the. The woman looked at her. "Already been used, just on the way to thisoffice? You must be a good slut. Mr. Roger's cum I presume?" Yes Mistress, thank you." Thank You? Well she did say she must begood slut. She was trying not to smile, but it was probably obvious tothe interviewer."Don't worry slut, having cum all over your chest won't reflectnegatively on you during this interview." She looked at her paper, "Iam Patricia, you may call me 'Mistress,' though you already have." thelast part. No, they kept coming until they were only about 15 feet away from us before they halted their rush. At least, they were closer and standing still, so some of their bullets began to hit us.Jenny made the logical decision at that point and made a hand-signal at me suggesting that we use our guns. I nodded, and we drew our Glocks. With our accuracy at that distance, it was a case that a man fell with every one of our shots. Nine men meant nine shots from our .45 Glocks. We switched to fresh. Mounted in the doggy fucking position, the dumb brute knew where her cunt was, but he was missing the mark in his haste and frenzy. His angry red cock-head bumped against the backs of her thighs, bounced off her ass-cheeks and plowed up the crack of her ass.He whined piteously, driven wild by being mounted without -- as yet -- having the delight of feeling his thunderous prick up her cunt-hole.His hot cock-knob slid across her tingling clit, and Jennifer moaned and jerked, but then his prick.