Jordan's excitement seems almost matched by the crowd, their cheering steadily increasing in volume, but still muted with anticipation, as Jordan is steadily driven towards orgasm.  Around her, the thugs, also obviously grow gradually in excitement, the tension in their bodies obviously increasing.  Each of them move slowly, rocking their hips.  Their shafts move at different rates, in her mouth, in her hands, and deep inside her, all incredibly hot against her flesh.  "You're so good, Jordan."  The leader groans as he drives up into her.<br/><br/>Sensing her closeness, the leader speaks from beneath her, his voice tight with his excitement.  "Time for you to cum again, Jordan.  Men!"  At his command, the rest of the thugs reach out, stroking her body.  Their hands slide around her shoulders, down over her back, along her sides, lingering on her breasts.  Three pairs of hands work on her at the same time, stroking, rubbing, teasing.  Suddenly, she feels the leader's hand on her hip slide around to between her legs, gently stroking her clit, even as he continues to drive into her, even as the other men touch her body.