Another band joined the two already in hercrotch, but this one came from behind. It caressed the bottoms of her ass-cheeks with a skillful touch before one finger pushed into the crevice, and found her bung. Ann grew dizzy as the finger screwed itself up her asshole. The gorgeous feeling of being ravaged by two young studs filled her body and reminded her why she spent so much time and energy looking for these kids, and getting herself into these weird situations. This waft what she lived for, and it was an exciting life.

The ringers in her cunt and ass wiggled, stroked and stretched her insides. These boys had long, strong fingers and were giving Ann a real workout. She gasped for breath as her body writhed involuntarily on the impaling spikes of their fingers. One of them had his thumb pressed on the bud of her cut, and as her hips twisted and humped, the thumb dug into the sensitive kernel, driving her into even wilder convulsions.

The muscles in her cunt were contracting rhythmically on the fingers stuffed in it. Her asshole was doing the same. As she came, the boys had to hold her tightly to keep her from wiggling right out of their embrace. Ann could hear her own voice rising in a wail of ecstatic passion. That was the only thing she was aware of beside the blinding rapture of coming. Jose's tongue was still in her mouth and his cheeks puffed out with the powerful gasps that Ann was blowing into his mouth.

Pedro and Jose kept up their fingering with undiminished energy until Ann's body stopped vibrating. Her muscles melted into relaxed satisfaction, and the two studs held her up between their hard bodies. Gradually, her head cleared and she regained her coordination. As she came back to normal, she resumed her stroking on the cock that was still in her hand. With her other hand, she unzipped Pedro's fly, and with his help, fished his prick out. Now she had a cock in each fist, and felt like a Wild West gunslinger, ready to take on a town full of desperados.