"Don't care," Max panted, repositioning himself on top of the struggling blonde teen. "Just don't get in my way, man."

Max scooped her tits up in both hands, rubbing her nipples with his fingertips, squeezing her tits, making the girl blush with shame.

"Nice, man, you should feel those tits," Max said, digging his stubbly chin against the back of her neck while cupping his hands around her tits and pinching her long, red nipples. Cindy wrestled her tits against his offending hands. And then the girl felt something down around her cunt once more. Fingers were caressing her soft pussylips, un-sticking them, pushing them apart.

"I'm gonna fuck her now."

Cindy screamed through the sock gag again. No, it couldn't be happening, not now! But she could feel Max reaching down between her thighs with his thumb, digging his fingers into her asscheeks for leverage. Slowly, steadily he was forcing his thumb into her tight, dry cunt. Cindy groaned, arching her back, pressing her knees against the hard, dirty elevator floor. Instinctively she tried squirming her body away from the increasing hot pain. But Max's weight and hands kept her firmly pressed against the floor. His thumb kept pushing into her, violating her pussy, stretching her cunthole until the girl thought she would die from pain and shame. Next to her, Jack was easing the sock gag away from her mouth once more, pressing his prickhead against her lips. Cindy spat violently, jerking her head away so hard that she hurt her neck.

The pain was terrible! Her pussy felt tight, hot and dry, pinching around Max's invading thumb. His jagged nail was tearing at the elastic flesh. Again, she tightened her white, naked thighs, her flesh tensing, the tendons bulging out against her sweating skin. And then the girl felt a pain she had never experienced before in her life. His thumb was pressing against her cherry, that tiny, thin membrane which still kept her a little girl.