The crowd erupts into cheering, the loudest yet, as Jordan reaches her obvious climax.  Even over the cheering, however, her voice can be heard.  It is hard to tell whether this is because the crowd is restraining themselves, not wanting to drown out her pleasured moan, or if at her peak her voice simply overcomes their cheers.<br/><br/>Behind her, Jordan hears the thug laugh.  "You're so wet!"  He taunts mercilessly.  "I think you're ready."  She feels his hands on her hips, gripping her, controlling her, pulling her hips farther up off the ground.  His body moves closer, his scent unmistakeable, metal mixed with sweat, a very masculine smell.  Something rubs intimately against her then, brushing up and down the lips of her pussy, gathering her moisture.  It is large, hot, and unbelievably hard.  "Here it comes."  The leader grunts.  An instant later he enters her, his impressive shaft slowly sliding into her pussy from behind accompanied by a fresh round of intense cheering from the crowd.<br/><br/>Inch by inch he goes, pausing as he encounters her maidenhead.  "Time to make you a woman."  With a sharp thrust of his hips, he breaks it, continuing on until he fills her totally.  He pauses again, then, giving her time to adjust to his large size, whether out of kindness, or a desire to savor the moment.  Then, slowly, he begins to take her with long deep strokes, withdrawing his shaft until only the tip remains, then slowly pressing his full length into her.  His men slowly approach, grinning, loosening their belts as they do so.