Max was playing with her, teasing her. His hands roamed over her naked outer thighs. He kneaded the white flesh around her asscheeks into tight little ridges, clenching them hard in his rough fists. He pinched her soft inner thighs between his fingers, laughing when Cindy cried out and began twisting frantically under him. Her cries drowned into whimpers of anguish. The sounds made Max yank her a bit harder. He rubbed her asscheeks wildly, squeezing them even harder than he had squeezed her inner thighs. Cindy ground her belly solidly against the dirty floor, her mind exploding again and again.

"Oh, man, man, she's gonna burn my prick up," Max said, closing his eyes and rubbing his cock up against her asscrack. "Yeah, when my jizz comes poundin' out, it's gonna burn me up, I know it."

Cindy wanted them to stop this, stop it before it had gone too far. But there was nothing she could do. Jack was down next to her. She could feel his fingers twisting around her hair, lifting her head from the floor into his lap.

Again, she smelled the sour odor of an unwashed, sweaty groin. Wrinkling her nose, she pulled back. But Jack was determined, shoving her nose against his cock, making her inhale the stench coming from there. Her nose flattened against his hairy groin. She could feel the blood-heavy lobes of his fuckrod rubbing against her lips.

"Uhfhhfhfhffff!" she whined.

Cindy kept her lips shut. But she could feel the wetness of his prick against her face. She tried moving her cheek away from it. But Jack clamped his hand against the back of her head, pushing her face against his crotch.

"It's good, man," he groaned, pushing up harder against Cindy's nose. "Maybe I'll bring 'er around, make her suck me off while she fucks you."