His hands tightened as though to mimic her cunt. He'd never felt such vice-like pressure squeezing him... She was soaking wet, and oh so soft, but the overriding sensation was one of glorious tightness. Each thrust - which necessarily came slower now that pushing into her took so much more work - was greeted by a heavy massage from her glorious cunt, and in exchange she was treated to the same. He moved as fast as he were able to make the most of the tension around himself, groaning and gasping as he felt his own pleasure rocket.<br/><br/>That wasn't all that her almighty orgasm had done. Such screams weren't rare in the grimey back alleys, but they were still likely to catch peoples attention. At either end of the tunnel heads poked into view, and a few of the more bold men stepped to walk cautiously forward. Naturally they were all worried about the gang, but they were also the kind of men that could be entirely content with leftovers.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>