Shane
*Zephyr scoffed softly, getting up from his seat. He slipped his coat off his shoulders, folding it neatly on the chair. He unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, rolling up his sleeves up to his elbows. He was going to ask if she was ready, however the answer was already clear before him, judging by the soaking mess between her legs. He stood behind her, placing a palm to her back and gently urging her forwards, to the bench he was sitting on.*

Thanks for being my living illustration then. Well, I'd probably start with positioning them like this, nice and prepared for an onslaught or two~

*He pushed her onto the seat, making her kneel on it, her chest pressed against the backrest. He grabbed her wrists, folding her arms as he pinned them down to her lower back. She could hear the frantic unbuckling of a belt from behind her, as the man began to loosen his pants with his free hand.*
Juan
*The naked girl tilts her head and watches in bemused silence as the gentleman carefully and neatly prepares himself, then politely moves her body and directs her into position. Usually people struggle momentarily with her question, with deciding how they will use her offered assets, so to speak, but this man seems to have decided fairly quickly.*

*She kneels on the bench, kind of enjoying the gentle feel of his hand on her bare skin as he guides her into place. She raises her eyebrow when he pins her arms behind her back, a smile tugging up the corners of her mouth. The slut wiggles her bottom for the sake of the camera and the audience, curious about the man's intentions, then she bites her lip at the sound of his belt being undone.*
Shane
*Azabel would feel the leather of his belt constricting around her arms, knotted securely to keep her in place. Zephyr's pants and underwear promptly dropped to the ground in a heap beneath his feet, which he hurriedly kicked away. He slyly licked his lips as he positioned himself properly, his hardness situated between the woman's plump cheeks. He wrapped his right hand around the back of her neck, making his way up into her hair before grabbing at the roots and yanking her head back. Meanwhile, he brought his left hand down on her rear, harshly painting her skin with red prints of his palm, stinging at the slightest touch. He leaned forwards and snarled in the woman's ear.*

Aren't you a lucky slut~ You're getting a lot of content out of me, since I don't intend to let you go for a ***While~*** I have the feeling that maybe you'll come back to me even after the cameras stop rolling. Or maybe you won't. Let's find out, shall we~? 

*He ended with a soft chuckle, making no attempt whatsoever to hide the sadism behind his voice. He grabbed the base his my cock, lining himself up against Azabel's dripping entrance. With a groan of satisfaction, he slipped into her cunt, relishing the feeling of her tight walls wrapping him hungrily. He curses under his breath, biting his lower lip as he began to rock his hips, quickly building momentum.*
Juan
*The whore gasps softly as his belt wraps around her arms, surprising her slightly, though she isn't concerned. She's just a piece of fuckmeat in the eyes of most but still, no one will do anything bad with so many people watching. The feel of his cock against her needy little slit is next and she can't help but wiggle. This is the largest crowd she's ever been nailed in front of and it's making her hot.*

*Suddenly, though, his hand is grabbing her hair, jerking her head back, forcing out a gasp as her mouth opens wide, followed by a stinging slap to her plump ass, leaving an angry red mark. She cuts her eyes back, though she is unable to see behind her body with him gripping her hair. Her smile slips a bit.*

*Then a moan is forced from her parted lips as his cock slides inside her bare pussy, her slippery-hot flesh enveloping his shaft like a silken glove, stretching her out as he moves back and forth.*